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 Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 4:56 pm
"I don't need pajama pants," he sulked back at Freya playfully, "but sure I can show you were I got the boxers," he said afterward as she then shoved at him. He got to his feet carefully while Endzela took the cue and flew to her perch. Kettil offered a hand down to Freya to offer her some help to her feet, "Come along then. I'm kinda curious about where you plan to take me after forced pajama shopping."
Needless to say Kettil was going to follow Freya to her room.
Endzela? She wanted a nap and thus she just settled on her perch eyes firmly closed.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 5:02 pm
Freya took his hand and pulled, hard, to get herself back up to her feet. When she used her own hands to gather up the ridiculous fluff of her skirt, and stood waiting at the door. "I says yeh needs pajama pants. If yehr sleeping overs, yeh shoulds be wearing pants. I kept feelings yehr hairy legs all night when yeh kicks me. Besides, if we're goings teh abide by this new.." She dropped the skirts so she could wave her hands around in the air wildly. "Thing between us, yeh shouldn't be sleepings in my bed without pants. Yeh has teh admits, THAT'S just askings fehr troubles."
She picked up her skirts again, and waited for him to open up the door. The topic of conversation had her blushing, which, ironically enough, made her the perfect blushing bride.
She was even as impatient as a bride. "Open the doors already, I can't does it while I'm holdings this!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 5:09 pm
"My legs aren't that hairy," Kettil protested regardless as he wandered toward the door after Freya was securely to her feet once more, "...Okay you make a point," he said simply with a small blush, "but they're uncomfortable," he whined again as he then opened the door at her demand.
Kettil waited for her to exit pausing to glimpse at Endzela only to find her sleeping he decided to let her be for the time being. She knew where he was if she changed her mind. When Freya left the room he followed after amiably not even thinking twice about how they looked together.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 5:31 pm
"Nooo, of course not." Freya taunted. "Yehr legs are smooth and silky like a womans. Yeh should be so prouds of them." She cackled, shuffling down the hall, only to realize she was walking down the dorm room hallway in a wedding dress again. She was so glad Kettil wasn't too far away from her own dorm - and she was double glad her room's door hadn't been fixed yet.
Like a true lady, Freya pulled up her skirts and kicked her door open, sashaying inside.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 5:37 pm
"Hey, not my fault my people don't grow very much body hair," he retorted as he followed along with her, "I mean what if I want a beard? It'll be all scraggly and silly looking," he was trying to make it sound like he's cursed with hairlessness somehow. "I got hair where I need to have it," he said dismissively at the end.
He watched with amusement as she pulled a true class act and kicked her door open, he followed after her taking only a second or two to put the door back up, "Someone should fix that for you."
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 5:55 pm
"Yeh. SOMEONE should." Hint. Go get your power tools, Kettil.
Once they were inside, and she knew the door was closed (as much as it could be), Freya went to her tiny dresser and closet and started picking out outfits. In fact, it was the first time she'd given this much thought into what she was going to wear in..
...
Her heart hurt with how long it had been since she cared about what she looked like.
She started flinging clothing everywhere.
"Please don't tries teh grows a beard." Freya muttered sarcastically. "I'd rather not have teh laughs at yeh everytimes I looks at yeh." Once she'd put together five outfit choices that she approved of, she reached behind her and tried to grab the top of the zipper of the dress. She stretched, and stretched, and made ridiculous noises, until her arms hurt and she screamed with frustration.
"Hooter, can yeh reach this stupid things before I break my arms please?" She pointed roughly at her back.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 6:01 pm
He peered at Freya and then shifted his shoulders easily, "I'll look into maybe helpin' out after we get back," he promised in an almost noncommittal tone. He knew how, Dad taught him how to fix this and that around the house because was important to know.
At her sarcasm he just rolled his eyes, "Like I'd look good with a beard," he snorted a bit and then she indicated her back after a nice scream of frustration prompting him to wander forward and his fingertips gripped part of the back of the dress while his other one took the zipper.
..Kettil could do this. He just wouldn't look (for too long) if the dress fell off faster than he anticipated. That's all. He started to unzip the dress.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 6:08 pm
Kettil had nothing to worry about. Freya wasn't going to let the dress actually fall, once it was unzipped. She knew better. Her arms were clamped down very tightly on the front, so that when he zipped, it simply opened the dress up, exposing her back. It was here that the loss of body mass could be seen the clearest, rather than her face. Her waist dipped too far inward, and her ribs were just barely visible. But her shoulderblades..
"Thanks yeh very much!" Freya chirped out, the happiness in her voice failing to mirror the physical problems. She shuffled carefully over to her bed, and just looked at her choices. "What does yeh thinks. Skirt, or pants today?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 6:34 pm
Mac had recently equated dealing with Freya with putting his junk in a scisbird enclosure, but that never did stop him from rattling the fence here and there. So today he did what he was known to do on occasion; he kicked Freya's door as he walked past it. Now normally he would have gone running down the hallway in an attempt to disappear before he reached the door, but today was a little different; today the door didn't just bang, it creaked and fell open. There wasn't any time to run, just time to stand there staring in shock.
Plenty of time for standing there staring in shock. Not only at the door, but...
"...Wow, Herryk, lost some weight? And Colour? Height?" Compromising scene much?
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 6:45 pm
He barely took his hands off of the dress (even as she caught it) before there was a loud bang and a voice causing Kettil to very guiltily raise his hands up in the air, "I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING YOU CAN'T PROVE IT."
Second (probably more like third) shock of the day, his heart thumped wildly as he turned away from Freya pointing at a wine colored dress he saw somewhere in the chaos while muttering something incoherently in a different language all together, it seems he forgot how to speak in the 'common' language.
Kettil was kind of flailing his arms a bit restlessly now as his stomach churned uncomfortably, "Not Herryk. 'M Kettil."
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 6:57 pm
Freya screamed like the world had exploded. When the world didn't explode, she turned around, still holding her dress up with one arm, and stormed forward, pushing Kettil out of the way.
"He KNOWS yehr Kettil, Hooter." Freya grumbled quickly, before getting up in Mac's face, bearing her teeth. "Listen here, shitface. Nothings was happenings. I was changings so we can goes and hangs out. We weren't doings anythings. So don't goes and starts no troubles, or I will finds yeh, and I will takes away that which yeh thinks with." As she said it, she grabbed the poor boil by his poor boilparts, and twisted.
She was very serious.
"Walks away from this room, very slowly, and maybe I'll lets the rest of yeh go too. MAYBE."
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 7:06 pm
Mac paused to stare at the not-Herryk, torn between asking if this guy was okay in the head and just walking away before he caught the stupid. Thankfully Freya chose for him, and went with option c) none of the above.
"So you always let boils watch you change?" He asked innocently, but there was something much darker in his eyes; Freya's proximity didn't scare him, either. When she got up close he stood his ground, not taking her harsh words as a threat because, in his mind, it was like a twig telling of a tree. Not only was it lacking in any sort of sense, but the twig was grossly out of it's league.
What did get his attention was the hand on him, and the last thing to cross his mind before pain happened was how right he was to compare her to putting his junk in a scisbird enclosure. Seriously. Her hands were bony.
"Holy rabies!" He hissed out in pain, his hands clenching into fists...and then, without thinking, one hand shot up to grab a breast. Following her example, he twisted. Hard. "After you, princess." He wheezed out, gritting his teeth.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 7:10 pm
"OWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOW-"
This went on for several minutes as Freya and Mac, locked in each others death grips, shuffled out the door. When they got there, she let go, and tried to punch him in the face to get him to let go of her breast.
"AND STAYS OUT OF MY ROOM YEH ******** PERVERT!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 7:12 pm
"I wasn't watching her change," Kettil said this time there was no guilt in his voice but then the grabbing and the twisting happened and ... more grabbing and twisting and...
...
....
What was even going on here? This was some sort of perverted handshake that didn't look pleasant at all and the worst part of it was that if he got involved it would --
Then punching happened and....
...Maybe she didn't need his help?
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 7:25 pm
OWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOWOW was right. :T
They did their little tango to the door, and when Freya let him go he didn't need the punch to the face to do the same. Since she insisted though, he had to return the favour by trying to punch her in the stomach.
"Whattcha gonna do, sick your boilfriend on me again?" He scoffed, not raising to her level of screaming, but still louder than he normally was. owowowowowowowow "You're not worth the effort~" He flicked a hand in the air as if brushing her off, and then turned towards the safety of his own room.
Somehow, he resisted any hobbling or cries of pain until the door was closed and his face was buried in his pillow.
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