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Freya grinned at his pout, wiggling her bottom mischievously until he turned around and gave her back her hair. When he did, her hands were back on his scalp, and she started the game all over again. She began unrolling one of the dreads while kissing the ear of his opposite side. "Of course yeh'll be beautiful! Yeh'll be the most beautiful reaper in teh worlds. No one will match yehr beauty. I will have teh beat teh boils off of yeh."

Terrible.

"Hey, Hooter. If we were goings teh listens teh music right now, what would yeh puts in? I'm curious." She remembered they had once talked about a few artists, and their tastes seemed similar, but they could have changed.

Freya giggled when he played along with her. He was so precious, she wanted to squeal. Or bite him. Or just squish him until he popped. But she did none of these things, because her hands were entangled thickly in his hair. "Na na, yeh has the same tastes in music that I does, though. Yeh knows I loves Johnny Danger," She sighed softly. "His music is still so good, but he hasn't made any new music since he comes here to Amityville. I hopes he comes out with a new album soon. Joanie just comes out with something, didn't she? With the new Joanie." Freya's teen magazines kept her up to date on all her favorite artists doings. In fact..

"Yeh knows, I almost wish Johnny Danger didn't goes teh this school, because I knows more about him now than Teen Heartbeat does. They says he was dating the new Joanie, but is not true.."

In fact, the only person Johnny Danger had seemed interested in was Emily.. and, for one very awkward minute, Herryk.

Freya's hands stilled, and she pressed her chin against Kettil's head softly.

She had it. Well, of course she had it! The moment any new pop or rock album came out, Freya had it. That was just common sense. She stood up, gently pulling her hands out of his hair, and went to go put it on without even explaining her movement.

"Na, na." She brushed off the somber feelings that filled her heart with lead. She busied herself instead, with putting the music on. "Is not her best work, but at least is new. Means she's tryings. Stayings current." That was important, for teen stars. It was too easy to fall through the cracks.

Still looking at her beat up CD player, Freya's hands stilled on the disc, when she heard the word cornered. He was right, and that almost frightened her. She was just so tired of letting the thought of Herryk turn her into a broken mess. Kettil had cleaned up said mess too many times to count..

She sucked her breath in, pushed the CD into the player, and pressed play. "I gets sad for a minute, because thinkings of JD made me thinks of Herryk. They're roommates, yeh knows. Or, at least, they were the last times I talked teh either of them." She turned around, and instead of sitting back behind him, she flopped herself down in his lap, and wrapped herself around him. Her chin rested on his shoulder. "I haven't figured out what's wrong with him, at all. Only a few people responds when I texts them, and I haven't even seens him in days. I guess I was just.. it felt better to not thinks about it." It coldly reminded her of how good it felt to let hunger pull her conscious into a haze. It was always so much easier..

She rubbed one hand across the phantom scar across her stomach, as she often did when things started to take a turn for the worse.

Freya's hand froze and her eyes lifted, staring at him wildly when his fingers touched the hand against her stomach. There was something in her look that held a warning, or perhaps a fear. "Wh-whatchyeh doing?" She asked before she could think about her words, pulling his hand away from her stomach with her other, free hand. But as soon as she did it, both of her hands relaxed, and she furrowed her brow in confusion, shaking her head. "Sorry, sorry, that was stupid. Forget I asks that. Yehr right, but it still hurts. I guess yeh understands that more than anyone." She put her chin back on his shoulder, and slowly relaxed.

There was a quiet moment, before Freya shuddered in his arms and leaned against him when his forehead pressed against hers. "I'm sorry." She whispered carefully, before bringing both of her hands to his cheeks. Her thumbs brushed against his skin, stroking down to the jaw and rising up with one of them to run across his lips. "I knows I am apologizing lots lately. I am a mess." There was a tiny, weak chuckle, before she squeezed him in her hands and let go.

"Lets me finish yehr hair before yeh has teh goes away lookings like that."

Freya had already taken her spot behind him, but she hadn't picked up any of her tools before he said things that made her melt into a puddle. Gods help her, Kettil always knew what to say. She sunk down against him, her arms sliding over his shoulders until they laid useless against his chest, and she flopped helplessly, letting out a long sigh.

"Where does yeh keeps comings up with these things, yeh says, they digs themselves down into me until I can't thinks of anything but how lucky I am, and how much I loves yeh." She mumbled the words into the skin just behind his ear, her voice whisper-quiet and choked with emotion.

He was strong enough to take on everything she had. Her eyes stung, threatening to cry already. Her arms tightened around him. "Yehr teh reason I can still get up in teh mornings. Teh reason I tries at all." Kettil was quickly becoming the only thing Freya would never be able to live without.

Freya's hand patted his heart when he mentioned it, as if she was commending it for such a good job. But when she realized what he was saying next, she sucked in a soft breath, and bent around to look at him as best she could. "Hooter." She breathed out, her voice mingling with awe and concern. "That's a big thing teh be deciding all at once. Yeh don't knows where they'll sends me, or what I'll be doings.. yeh may not even wants.."

And there she stopped, realizing what she was saying. It made her heart hurt, but she had the common sense to push her worries away, as there was so much time between now and then. A year, at least. Probably more. There was no reason to dwell on the possibility that Kettil might want his own life one day.. far away from her.

She butted her head gently against his. "Just be with me right now. Don't make decisions about yehr future based on me."