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"Ja. Or even worse, both! Yeh'll be left tied here with the wrong idea on yehr mind the whole times, until someone else comes along and finds yeh sportings yehr wrong idea. So be good!" She laughed, clearly not actually mad at all with him, and enjoying every minute. She stayed in his arms longer than she meant to, soaking in the warmth of his hug. It was so ridiculously cute, the mere idea that he missed her just from being several feet away, locked behind a curtain for a few minutes. Sickeningly cute, perhaps. It made her melt.

She touched the tip of his nose with her fingertip, and smiled a goofy smile. "Is okay." She whispered. "I only has a few more teh goes. Then I am yehrs."

Freya hopped off his lap and patted him on the head, before heading back in and closing the curtain. "So did yeh likes the owl shirt at least?" Not that she even needed his opinion on that one. Any and all owl shirts would always be hers for the taking, as she had a rather extensive collection already and would be supplementing it with this one as soon as she got home.

She really was almost out of outfits to try on, though. She picked out another nice, dressy outfit, slipping it on and making sure everything was settled correctly before opening the curtain.

"This ones maybe, for dancings? Or.." She hiked up the top a little. "Maybe not dancings." She didn't know how well her body could hold onto the dress. She wasn't as voluptuous as she used to be.

She looked surprised. Kettil's opinion was honest, and super helpful. Her lips tore open in a huge smile, which was odd considering there was no compliments to the dress or her this time, and she bit her tongue between her teeth.

"This is so much FUNS." She squealed out of nowhere, and then slid the curtain closed to take the dress off. It was flung over the edge, completely abandoned. There was one more dress she was not buying, thanks to Kettil!

"Okays." She murmured through the sound of clothing ruffling. "This outfits is for schools, and is kind of trendy. So I likes it, but is a little risky teh shows yeh, because yeh has teh knows teh latest in ghoul's trends teh knows if it's good or not. Still, I wants yehr opinions anyway."

She pulled away, wearing an outfit she'd never worn before. She tugged at the bowtie nervously. "I don't knows if I like this parts.. but it is very stylish."

Freya didn't know what to think when he stood up again. Was she going to have to tie him down, after all? She followed his movements very carefully, but at first, it truly looked like he was just casing the outfit thoughtfully. That was so sweet of him. He was trying so hard to really give her an honest opinion, and take his time to-

Eyelids fluttered and half-lidded when he kissed her, and her brain stopped thinking for a moment. It was so hard to think, around Kettil, now. He inspired so much within her that had nothing to do with her brain. She fell into a hazy, distracted moment, and her lips turned up in a very small, but still silly looking smile. When he pulled away, she tugged him back by his vest, and kept him at kissing range, without actually kissing him. Just feeling him that close was enough.

"I likes yeh." Freya whispered childishly, as if admitting a schoolghoul crush. "I wants teh keeps yeh." Her fingers wrapped around a dread, and tugged on it playfully.

That sounded nice. In fact, it sounded just about perfect. She was leaning her head up to seal the offer with a kiss, when his hands took her face and his soft voice breathed against her skin. The words were important enough to keep her focused, despite how easy it felt to fall into a haze again.

"Is not that I don't wants teh calls yeh my boilfriend." Her brows knit in concern. "Is just.. feels almost less important than callings yeh my best friend. Hooter, yeh don't knows how important yeh really are in my life. And yeh've always been that important. Yeh saves me from myself."

One of her hands reached up and pressed against the one on her right cheek. "Boilfriend just sounds silly. It doesn't cut it. Yehr a lot more than just my boilfriend. Yeh always were."

Kettil's understanding of how she felt overwhelmed her. It didn't surprise her - he always understood - but it filled her with so much glorious emotion that she was pretty sure she was about to burst.

But it was his question that saved her, and she blinked for a moment, before leaning one arm away. It reached as far as it could, until it grabbed the first piece of clothing she could touch. She pulled it back - it was the owl shirt, funny enough, and fiddled with the collar. She held the collar up to him, until only her eyes peeked out over it.

The label on the collar had the name of the store written on it. Forever Six Feet Under.

She covered the last three words with her finger.

Hearing it for the first time spoken in a way that was clearly meant for her, and only her, made Freya realize that she liked being called his wing. She kept the shirt held in front of her face, hiding her expression and the blooming rush of color in her skin. But she knew that was how she felt, because she'd known it even before they'd begun dating. Even when she was in love with another man, Freya knew she needed Kettil there by her side. It was more than some infatuated notion of love and romance. She crumbled without him. She lost her way.

Freya just wasn't Freya unless she had Kettil in her life.

She was grinning, underneath the shirt. But he couldn't see it. Because Freya was herself, at that very moment, in front of him. And part of that meant she was being a brat.

As soon as he pulled the shirt down, it fell to the ground, and Freya jumped up enough to capture his lips in a kiss. It was difficult, as she was still grinning like a child, but she managed. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders to pull him down to her level, and there she told him volumes of how she felt about what he'd said. It was long, and simple, and sweet. Somehow, it was even a little shy. But when she finally pulled away, her eyes fluttered for a moment before looking up at the boil and parting her lips to tell him-

"Eh-hem."

Down the corridor, the attendant had finally come to check on them, and found that they weren't really trying on clothes much at all anymore.