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For now? Freya rolled her eyes and shook her head, where Kettil couldn't see. The poor boil just didn't understand how relationships worked yet. She had all the patience in the world to teach him all about how she was always right forever and ever. She leaned in and kissed his head, before she took some of her supplies and got to work separating most of the dreads off to one side, so she could focus on a spare few on the other.

"Good. Turn on teh show? I wants teh sees if is any good. I hears some peoples likes it, but then sometimes they don't gets it. I don't knows. It just looks like a cartoon teh me, what's teh gets?"

"My twin sister." Freya murmured quietly, as she started to get into the daunting task of slowly pulling apart each individual dread, one by one. It would take her all day, and she was more than willing to do it. She started with one thick dread on the left, soaking it in goop before she began slowly pulling it apart with the long end of a tooth comb. She made sure not to pull on the hair, even if it meant taking longer. "She tolds me she likes it, but Sif hates it." She let out a choking laugh. "That alone makes me wants teh sees it!"

Freya had a single dread in her hands, and she was rubbing it with her fingers, unrolling it very carefully. Her fingers crept up to massage the spots on his scalp where the hair she was working on came from - not to help the process, but just to make Kettil feel better during it. "I don't watch too much either, unless is really late and I can't sleep. Which doesn't happen so much lately." She tugged playfully on his dread and chuckled.

The skelevision roared to life, and the show started, innocently enough. It looked crude, and simple, and she couldn't imagine why her sister liked it so much.

But she still laughed out loud at all the stupid antics.

Freya's hands paused at his innuendo riddled joke, and she bent her head around as far as she could, to look him right in the eye. She stayed there, eyeing him intensely, before her grin broke her concentration and she bit his nose.

"I meant," She straightened back up, a chuckle hidden in her voice, "That I've been sleepings better lately. I don't knows if I'll let yeh takes credit for that, but is certainly easier teh sleeps in yehr arms than it is alone." She tugged on his ear. "Cheeka." She teased.

She'd only gotten to her second dread when he asked how well it was going. "Ach, yeh better not asks me that so soon, this is goings teh takes a long times. I warned yeh!" Despite that, the two dreads she'd done so far actually looked untangled - moppy, frizzy, and soaked with goop, but untangled! "But is goings well. Slow, but good!"

Whatever Kettil just said went in one ear and out another. Freya had no idea what he meant. And she didn't even ask, she just kept running her fingers through his dreads, and massaging his scalp to find good spots to detangle. She hummed for a moment, but quieted herself when she realized she couldn't hear what they were saying on the show.

"Why does he keeps saying math? Is math a special word in their world? Does it not means math?"

Freya wasn't helping him keep his brain off. She kept rubbing his scalp with her fingertips, promoting bloodflow and keeping the skin from feeling worn with all the work she was putting into combing out his hair. She had four dreads combed out now, and she took a break to play with the combed out hair, filtering her fingers through it and bouncing her hand against it's fluffy, frizzy surface playfully.

"Yehr hair is bouncy because it was in dreads so long." She giggled. "I push it down and it just comes back up again." She kept doing this, before it made her laugh too much and she put the comb down to calm herself.

Sure enough when she pulled the dreads out, the hair was far longer than she'd expected. In fact, it was almost twice the length that his dreads had been. "Ja.. I thinks yeh'll needs a haircut. I'm not very good at it, we used teh trims each others hair, but maybe yeh should gets it professionally done, just because they will care for yehr hair further and makes it nice." She ran her fingers into the free hair, brushing her nails against his scalp softly. "But is nice now that hair is free, ja? I thinks I am.. maybe.. one fourth done?" It was progress!

She wasn't watching the show as much as she thought she would. She was far more dedicated to Kettil's hair, diving into her work with gusto.

Freya snickered. "I don't knows if anyone should ever tries teh does this to themself." She murmured. "Is messy, and higher than yehr arms would wants teh keeps up for too long, and plus, if yeh does it yehrself," Her fingers trailed across his scalp again, nails scritching softly. "I don't thinks this feels as good. Is true?" She tilted her head, to look at him from the side, her expression the picture of innocence.