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 Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 4:40 pm
Herryk's grinned was matched, and she nodded vivaciously. "Gets used to it!" She warned him, and began to slide off his back. Once her feet touched the ground, she walked around and stood in front of him, hands on her hips. She was still assessing the choice, but hey. What mattered was that they looked like they could handle the likes of a valkyrie and a - ...
"Herryk!" She flipped around suddenly, looking like she'd just been shocked with electricity. "I never asks yeh what yeh are, exactly! I only realize this now, hah."
She threaded her arm around his elbow and tugged him forward, pulling him inside. "So what ares yeh? Other than dead, of course. Hah!"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 4:49 pm
Herryk couldn't fight the loud laugh that burst past his lips. He hadn't been expecting her to sass him, but he couldn't help but find her comment amusing. Turning his head so that he could watch her circle around to the front of him, Herryk watched her peer at the shopfront. Idly he wondered what would make her either choose or deny this choice in eateries, and he stumbled back the slightest when she spun around suddenly, his eyes wide with worry before she posed her question. He'd thought something was wrong!
"Herryk is a Draugr," he grunted, "or so he has been told." He shrugged as if the topic bored him. Honestly, though, he didn't have any idea about his past and his history, so he really didn't have much information to offer Freya.
He offered no resistance when she led him into the shop. He hadn't even caught the name of the place, but that didn't really matter. As long as the booths or tables were spacious enough (jack, even if they weren't), that was good enough for him. "This place looks nice, yes?" Herryk idly scratched his stomach as he glanced around the interior of the joint.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 5:38 pm
"Draugr, ahh." Was there guilt in Freya's eyes? A little. "Okay. Is good to know."
She let go of his arm, and moved to find a booth, since the place seemed rather lax on seating arrangements. She climbed in, crawling mostly until she finally plopped down onto the seat, and looked up at the boil.
".. Yes." She answered. Well, technically she had answered by sitting in a booth, hadn't she? So maybe there was a little sarcasm in her voice. Her lips pursed, trying not to laugh. "Is nice. Come sits!"
She started playing with the salt and pepper shakers. Who said taking Freya anywhere was a good idea?
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:01 pm
Herryk slid into place on the opposite side of the table from Freya, clearing his throat loudly as he did so. A long silence stretched out as he took great pains to situate himself before he finally lifted his eyes to meet Freya's own. The corner of his mouth tweaked up in a little smile.
"...is nice," he conceded, his thumb toying with the warped edge of the old booth. He supposed it was nice enough, anyways. Casual, nothing fancy.
Herryk cleared his throat again.
"So ah... what made Freya come to the Academy?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 7:10 pm
Freya seemed right at home in the booth, sliding down so that she was slouching. She picked up one of the menus, and started flipping through it. Her eyes flickered back up to Herryk when he asked her a question, and one brow rose.
Uh oh.
Small talk.
She slid back up, straightening somewhat, and put the menu flat on the table. "I gots a letter from my sister, yeh see." She started out, her lips instantly quirking up on one side as soon as she started to talk about Hel. "She tolds me lots of things, gots me a little worried, and ah.." The true reason behind Freya's escape from her home was too embarrassing to tell Herryk. In fact, the pale skin of her cheeks just barely threatened to blossom into a blush, when she thought about it. "WELL, it sounded like it mights be fun to go to an actual schools for once, yeh know? Papa taught me everythings I knows now. So."
She looked down at the menu, and started filing through the choices.
"What about yeh, Herryk? What brought yeh to the Academy? Yeh hear about the pretty ghouls and thought yeh might get a little action?" She snickered, biting her tongue between her teeth to keep from laughing.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:04 pm
Well, this was going well so far, Herryk thought to himself. Herryk wasn't entirely sure what he could answer her question with. He wasn't really sure how he'd decided how to go to Amityville, and he wasn't really sure what she meant by 'action' -- did she mean like what had happened at the Florestival?
He brightened, nodding.
"Herryk loves all the action he gets at the Academy," he grinned brightly, gesturing with his large hands. "Herryk saw a lot of action at the Florestival, and then with Jove and the spookies and then with Lattice at the maul." Yeah, that had been action-packed. He'd never spent so much time at the maul (and honestly he didn't want to ever again, unless he was asked to by one of his dear friends. Herryk's life was feeling rather action-packed.
Looking pleased, he picked up the menu and browsed what the joint had to offer.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:16 pm
Freya's laughter died in her throat when Herryk seemed to brighten at the notion of getting action. What - WHAT -
Then he explained, and she came to the quick realization that he didn't understand what she had meant. As if she needed further proof that Herryk wasn't as sex-driven as most boils.. she would have liked to enjoy that thought, except she was too busy sliding right off her seat in laughter. She simply disappeared right under the table, and the table itself shook as she giggled like a child.
"Oh Jack, Herryk." She hiccuped through her giggles, still curled up under the table. "Yehr so unfairly adorable." Just breathing was an upscale battle, at this point.
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:21 pm
Herryk's smile slowly faded, the brightness in his eyes dimming as Freya's laughter grew so uncontrollable that she slid out of her chair. He grasped the table so that it didn't tip. What had he said that was so hilarious? Herryk wasn't sure what he'd done, but he wasn't growing angry. Her giggles were too endearing, but he did lean down so that he could peer under the table. His brows were drawn down in confusion, made obvious by the same befuddlement that was evident in his voice.
"Herryk... is not sure what is funny," he said, offering a tentative smile of his own. "Maybe Freya could explain?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 03, 2011 9:34 pm
Oh Jack. Oh Jack, he was asking her to explain, and that look he was giving her was so damn innocent, and it was just making her laugh harder and augh-
"Herryk. Yeh don't. Ach." She wiped the tears away from her eyes, and crawled back up from the table - except she did it in the space between Herryk and the table. Because Freya is a terrible person, and her writer feels people don't truly understand that enough.
She flipped and dropped down onto the part of the booth beside him, her hands covering her face as she tried to stop laughing. Her legs remained flopped on his lap, because that is as far as she got them.
"Okay. Okay I just. Ach. I just wants yeh to understands what I meant when I says action. And yeh obviously don't. So I'll be really, really clear, and hopes yeh don't think me crude."
She dropped her hands, still grinning as though she would burst into laughter any minute now. "Action means having sex with yehr partner, ja? Like, the intimates. That's what that means. And yeh just. I mean. Ach."
She would have started laughing again, except the waiter had come over at the worst time, and was staring at the ghoul laying on the booth with her legs in Herryk's lap.
"Ahem."
Freya lifted her head to look at the waiter upside down, clearly not very unnerved by his presence despite her position. "Four lobsters, please!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:28 am
Again with the touching, and again with the feelings of fluff in his stomach. He was sure that he was falling ill because surely these were not normal things to feel constantly. Now, Herryk was still fairly new at the Academy. He had one class under his belt and very limited experience with other students, and so when Freya started talking about sex and intimates, Herryk's expression just grew queerer and queerer.
Sex and intimates must be pretty funny stuff if Freya was so amused by it.
"Heh, heh heh," the laugh was forced but the confused smile and furrows in his forehead were genuine. He glanced up at the waiter apologetically, "Same for me," he added with a weak smile. He watched the waiter leave before turning his attention back to Freya.
"So, ah," he cleared his throat. Herryk was truly intrigued by what Freya had to say. Lifting his hand, he idly rubbed his shoulder as he stared down at the legs that were on his lap. Her skin was so pale. He wanted to ask more about this sex and the intimates but he wasn't sure how to proceed. A new topic would be best, probably.
Or not.
"Herryk is not familiar with having these 'sex' and the 'intimates' -- and Herryk has no partner. Is it like Terror Warrior, but with a partner instead? A competition?" He could wrap his brain around that. It kind of made sense when it became a competition.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 4:38 pm
Freya's laughter softened, stilled, and finally died away completely as Herryk continued to throw her off track. Her legs slid off of him, and she sat up straight, her head turned sideways as she just looked at him.
There were two scenarios, one of which she could accept easier than the other, and one of which she believed despite knowing better.
Either Herryk truly was an absolutely innocent boil, which no previous knowledge of sex, love, or even.. attraction, or- he was playing her for a fool. Fall for the clueless boil, Freya. He'll even tell you he's a virgin so you sleep with him faster.
She couldn't read the answer in his face, but she wanted to believe Herryk wasn't that kind of boil. She really did.
"It's not like competitions, no. Well actually... no, no, let's just says it's not, and we don't gets into specifics. Sex is.. complicated. Maybe I will tries to explain one day. This is not the good day for it, though, okay? Is good that you don't know. We leaves it at that."
She patted his knee, and turned away, diving into an upside down menu if only to hide behind it. She would stay on this side of the booth, however, if only because it was nicer here, and there was enough room for her - and not at all because his arm felt so very nice to lean her head against.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 8:46 pm
He was actually kind of shocked that she'd stopped laughing at him. His own face turned quite serious, but he didn't push the topic. There was no need for that, he supposed, because she said that they'd maybe talk about it another time. There was another pressing matter that he felt would be a safer topic.
"That is fine with Herryk," he shrugged, a smile toying with the corners of his mouth once more. It was cute the way she'd hidden behind the menu, and cuter still that the menu was obviously upside down. He was quiet for a long stretch of time, merely enjoying her presence next to him and the silken brush of her hair against his shoulder.
"So, Freya," he began after a long moment of silence, "have you heard about this field trip that Herryk has seen posts for?" He looked curious about it, idly reaching out to run a finger against a golden strand of hair that curled against his thigh, effectively trapping it between his leg and index finger. Just one shiny strand of hair, probably far enough down in her braid that if she happened to pull back it wouldn't even be noticed by the Valkyrie.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 8:57 pm
At the mention of the field trip, she peeked out from the top of the menu, only her eyes coming into view. They told enough of the story, however, as she blossomed with excitement at the topic. Then she put the menu down, and grinned.
"YES!" She put both her hands on her mouth as the sound of her voice startled even her, and mumbled a quieter; "yes!" through her muffling hands. She dropped them and continued.
"I signs paper when I join Amityville, it sounds so exciting! I asks one of my first friends, Christof, if I can goes in his group. This is because I knows no one yet and my sister already has a group. So many friends she has! It is her way." She gauged him critically, before her hands clawed around his massive arm - augh, why were there so many muscles, it was so distracting - and she tugged lightly.
"Do yeh has a group? Yeh can comes with us? The more the merrier, I thinks? Then I knows more people, and plus I hears we will have to fight things. I bet yeh are best in a fight, Herryk." She finally got too distracted with the thick muscle she was holding, and squeezed it with her arm. "Ach. Ja. Good for.. fighting." That's right, she was just assessing his fighting skill by squeezing it. That's all.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:10 pm
Herryk's eyes widened at the volume of her voice but he couldn't help laughing at her excitement. He'd been excited too when he'd first heard about the upcoming field trip, though he'd felt rather hopeless at the prospect of finding a group to tag along with. He didn't have many friends (though the number was growing at an alarming rate) and strangers sometimes seemed intimidated by him.
Not Freya. From the beginning she'd been full of sass. It was refreshing, despite the sour note their first meeting had taken. So much sass.
So much... touchy feely.
He flexed his arm in a semi-joking manner, grinning as he nodded happily.
"Herryk would be so, so happy to tag along with Freya and her friend Christof. Herryk has never been on a field trip so he is nervous and also excited." Very, very excited. "Thank you, Freya." He tried to ignore the way his skin tingled beneath her hands. Herryk only hoped he wasn't going to get sick before the field trip. That would be awful.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 9:20 pm
"Haha, yes! Good! Now we has the best of groups ever!" As far as she could tell, the three of them alone could take on any task - but they got two others, and she was sure Christof had the best taste when it came to choosing teammates. Of course, she probably should have asked before just inviting Herryk, but that involved thinking ahead. And, you know, thinking.
Just thinking.
Still, things had turned out so differently from the first day she'd met Herryk. She thought he had been such a typical boisterous arrogant male, but now she was having so much fun with him, and things simply weren't as awful anymore. Maybe, just maybe, she could call him her friend and not get mad at him anymore.
And maybe she could ignore the feeling in the pit of her stomach that wanted so much more. It was way, way worse now that she'd figured out he was a nice guy after all. If he had just stayed arrogant.. but he hadn't.
Still. Things were more fun when they were complicated.
"Good. I tells Christof when I get homes tonight. We will save the princess and win the castle!" Whatever jibberish she was spouting was punctuated by a devilish cackle, quite mad scientist in nature, and then promptly followed by a hug around the waist.
"Thanks you Herryk." Aww, he was so snuggly. She took advantage of this fact.
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