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Yesss, it was chocolate time. As soon as he took one, she snuck another one, throwing it up in the air and letting it fall into her mouth. "Yeh wouldn't be this sads if yeh didn't likes her that much. That parts, I had already figured out." She muttered with a wink. His last words, however, had her regretting her playful attitude. Maybe the last thing this boil needed right now was someone like her around. She always seemed to confuse guys without meaning to. "Yeh, well I'm not." She clarified gently. "Very much not. But yeh seems really sweet, too. And.. I'd really like teh get teh knows yeh long enough to sees when yeh do smile. So." She shrugged, toying with the edges of the chocolate box. "So tell me some stuffs, Mookey. Tell me an interesting story about yeh or something, ja?"

No one said Freya was very bright. But he was being sort of obvious.

A chocolate sailed at his face. "Are yeh tryings teh be funny and talkings about me?" She asked, legitimately making sure that he was, before continuing. "I wants teh hears a story about yehr life, Mookey, not abouts how I'm tryings teh be a good ghoul and makes sure nobody gets any funny ideas."

A sad look fluttered passed her eyes, and she slumped forward slightly. "I just.. I don't wants teh hurts anybody else, okays? So I was being careful." She sighed, and looked up at him. "Is nothing to do with whether yehr a bad boil or not. Is me. I gots teh be a better ghoul."

Freya shook her head when he gestured to the empty room, the response bringing her little comfort. "Not sayings I'm afraid of gettings caught. Just don't wants to holds that feelings in my heart again. When I knows someone's hurtings over me." She picked up another chocolate, and her finger pushed through the top, smushing it idly as she stared at it.

When he told her he'd been through the same thing, however, she perked to look up at him with wide, surprised eyes. They blinked rapidly, and then relaxed at his final words. His squeeze of her hand was returned with a clench of her own.

"To do what?" She murmured with a cautious smile. "Be a better person? Or something else?" Her eyes narrowed just slightly in amusement. "Are yeh breaking hearts, Mookey?"

"Hmph." Freya crossed her fingers in front of her face, and gave Mac a wry smirk. "Well is a good thing I am takens, then. Otherwise yehd go around tryings teh breaks my heart, I'm sure! Got yehrself a real good chance, with those pretty curls, too. But I am immunes and safe, thank ye gods!" She threw her hands up in the air in victory.

But then he had to go and get so serious. They were having such a good time too.. Freya's smirk melted into a pout, and she bent in to try to catch his eyes with her own. "Hey. Come ons now, Mookey, it can't be all that bads. And if it is, well.. if yeh really don't wants to break more hearts, maybe yeh should finds the right ghoul for yeh and do everythings in yehr power to stick with her. Yeh knows?"

Freya shrugged, and smiled. "Is hard. I know. But I thinks it's worth it. If she is."

Freya shrugged slightly, but as soon as Mac started batting his eyelashes, her entire body went rigid and her eyes widened - and her hand started inching towards her camera. CURSES! He dropped the act far too soon, and she snapped her fingers in disappointment.

"Wait! Yeh has teh do it again, I didn't gets a picture!" She snickered, resting the side of her head on the back of the couch. "Okays, maybe I won't tells anyone. I don't knows. I make no promises." The mischief on her face was dangerous.

"The good news is, I thinks yehr right. Yeh probably can't breaks my heart, Mookey." Her body shuddered slightly in a slow, but expressive shrug. "Been broken too much already, it's made of stone now." She punched her chest with one fist, and winked. "Is good, strong, don't lets people in easy. Yeh knows?"

CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

Even as she answered his question, the look in her eyes said I am going to do exactly what you demanded I never do. Her fingers slowly trailed down her side, inching towards the phone, sliding into her pocket...

Yup, she was going for it.

"Lonely? HAH. Why woulds it be lonely? Just because I'm carefuls about who gets in, doesn't means nobody manages it. I has a boilfriend, remember? And I has my sister. Nah, not lonely. Just gotta decides who's worths it, and who isn't. Anyone who hasn't provens themselves teh me yet, gets the smiles, the winks," She winked as she said this, "And the time teh prove themselves otherwise. Nothing more, nothing less."

Was she pulling her cell phone out?

"ACH!" Freya scooted back on the couch, trying to squirm away when he grabbed for her phone. Her hand had gotten to it on time, but his hand was wrapped around her wrist, keeping it down. So, she did what anyone would do - she slipped it around to her other hand, flipped it open, and..

FLASH

With a wild peal of laughter, she held the phone behind her back after taking a picture of his face, keeping it safely away.

"I DO WHATS I WANTS!" She exclaimed. Not that he asked.

"AHAHA, YESSS, oh I wants teh see this terrible picture I just took, get offs me Mookey!" She cracked up, trying to squirm away even as he lunged at her, and briefly considered biting him to get him to back off. It was too hard to formulate a good plan, however, as all she could manage while squirming underneath him was raucous, shaking laughter.

So she did what any valkyrie would do in a wrestling fight. She tried to get the upper hand on him. It was difficult, since she had to keep the phone behind her, but she pushed with all her might and tried to get him to flip around-

And then she realized they were on a couch.

"ACH, MAC!" She screamed, even as they went rolling, and the mess of tangled limbs had her falling with a hard, uncomfortable thump right on top of him. The force of movement was just too much to end there, and they rolled one last time, until her head hit the table just as he fell on top of her. She winced, her head pulling up out of sheer reflex just to keep away from the table that had just whacked her one, and her face pushed up against something soft.

True to karmic form, when she opened her eyes, her pinched up face was smushed against the poor boil, lips included.

Oh, no.