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The day had waned on. Eventually they'd managed to crawl out from the couch, and decided a walk was in order, where sure enough, Freya showed Kettil every single corner of the Reaper dorms.

It wasn't a very interesting walk.

Freya let Kettil head to the cafeteria to snag them all some food, while she returned to her dorm. She called Herryk, concerned about whether he would be offended if she let Kettil stay the night. After many promises and quite a few gooey and affectionate soothes, Freya had hopefully convinced him that he had nothing to worry about. She couldn't tell for sure.

The rest of the night found the two of them under several heavy blankets, eating greasy jollymeals on the couch while bad movies played on her skelevision. There may even have been some popcorn involved, but the wreckage of food in front of them refused to be specific about what, exactly, they'd just ate. There was a little voice in the back of her head that hoped they had kept Mac awake all night with the sound of their laughter, and she'd laughed twice as loudly all night because of it.

But the night was bound to end, and at some unjackly hour of the morning they finally fell asleep. Freya had meant to get in her bed at some point, but she had curled herself up like a cocoon in so many blankets, that it had been too easy to doze off and fall asleep on the floor just like that.

So when she woke up, she should not have been surprised to be coughing up owl feathers.

The pumpkin sun was glaring menacingly from her window, shining right into her eyes. Beside her face, there was an owl butt. Endzela had curled herself into a tight ball, and found Freya's hair a very suitable nesting spot for sleeping.

Freya coughed up another owl feather, and groaned, covering her face with her blankets. She was normally an early riser, but on only a few hours of sleep.. even she was a grouch.

When Freya woke up again, Kettil was gone. Freya carefully plucked Endzela out of her hair, carried her over to the couch, and sunk down into it. She curled back up into the blankets, and dozed off again. She kept the owl in her arms, and shoved her face into the pillow Kettil had used to sleep on. Then she pulled her face away and pinched her nose up.

Ew. Drool.

Freya looked up at Kettil, her eyes blinking several times to focus, before she groaned at the idea of getting up. "Too sleepies." She complained in a whine, and her arm shot out from under the blankets, snagging his wrist in a vicelike grip and pulling him back down to the couch. "Shut up and cuddles for a while. We gets up later." The groggy voice was coming out from under all her blankets, because it was too cold and bright outside of them.

Freya mumbled something into her blankets that sounded like she was just repeating him. "Yes, poor sleepy Freya." She curled up in a ball around him and within an moment, she was snoring.

But it didn't last long.

With a start, Freya jolted back awake, lifting her head to look up at Kettil, nose to nose. Her hand rose and she smacked his cheek lazily, before unwrapping herself and sitting up like a zombie. In fact, she gurlged much like a zombie as well.

"Uuuuugh. Okays. I'm up." Her hair stuck out every which way, braid half unraveled. She looked like a foxfire after being rubbed by a balloon. She stretched her arms up in the air and yawned. "What times is it.." Her stomach growled, telling her it was FOOD TIME.

"TEN AAAAAAUGH TOO EARLY." She groaned, flopping back down on the couch and throwing the blankets over her head. "Whyyyy." The whine muffled out, before she finally, slowly, went quiet again..

Yes, she was threatening to fall back asleep. Good luck with this one, Kettil.

There was a solid beat of silence after he'd corrected himself.

And then another.

And then Freya bolted up from the couch, her feet on the floor spread wide apart before the blankets even had time to fall from her body. They slid off as she stared at him wildly.

"AHHHHHHHH IS LATE!" She squealed, turning around and bounding OVER the couch to start throwing her clothes up in the air, searching for an outfit. "I was supposed teh meets Lattice at the Maul in half an hours!!" She didn't actually know when the play started, but she knew it was soon, as well. "I'm not goings teh has time to do ANYTHING!" She screeched, grabbing the first dress she could find and bowling into the bathroom to go change.

Five minutes later, Freya had performed a miracle. She had dressed, combed her hair into a tight braid, put on her makeup, and she burst out of the bathroom door wearing one shoe, hopping over to stand behind the couch.

Kettil was just sitting there, on the couch, his hair still looking like bedhead, and she groaned in dismay. "Yeh can't meets up with Lark like that, come ons now Hooter!" She reached over and pushed his shoulders back on the couch, before fussing with his hair.

It felt.. weird.

She just focused on smushing down all of the flyaways, and fluffing the dreads from the inside out.