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Hel was there entire time, somewhere next to Freya once she finally stopped bouncing around like the hyperactive pixie she was. Hel was pretty stunned speechless, and had a rather odd look on her face as she just watched this all going on. School-sanctioned, unofficial, practice or not, this was still a ceremony…that her sister was apart of because it was for her.

It was just mind blowing for the ghoul.

Actually, it was also a good thing Freya stuck her hand in Hel’s mouth, because Hel had snapped to her senses enough to almost scream RUN KETTIL, RUUUN! at the objection part. Instead she was coughing and spitting trying to get the awful taste of Freya-hand out of her mouth…who knew where that hand had been.

After it was more or less said and done…Hel didn’t stick around. It just felt weird all of a sudden. “Uh…I gotta go…” She said to no one in particular. “I think Kettil’s owl is on fire…” Hel then hopped off the scarousel, and made a beeline for the big tent.

[Exit]

The squeal and possibility of complaints were pretty much expected and that was why he didn't wait before he'd kissed her. Just letting it all roll over his head before he'd resettled again. He had seen Hel leave and there was a faint flicker of concern on his face for a moment before he simply cuddled with Freya a little on the moving ride.

The boil flicked a glance over toward Bella and Mort. Their response served to amuse him as he just let out a short laugh. "That's the thing with Freya and I. We love you guys. If we say it is okay for you to get pretend married at the same time then it is okay!"

There was a pause as he tried to think of his motivations over this little event, but he wasn't even sure why Aymet cared. Kettil never talked to the other boil and only knew Aymet's name because...he was student president.

In general it was kind of sweet that Aymet apparently cared at all, even Thackery helped and he never really talked to that boil either.

Quietly he just squeezed Freya lightly as he glanced over toward where Bella and Mort sat, "It is honestly up to you guys. Freya and I just know that ... When we are ready for the real thing it'll have a lot more people and you guys are still invited. We just want to share the happiness and the fun of today," he grinned lightly.

The rather dramatic exit made by Hel only had the witch wilting more on her little horse, her toes pushed together and the tiniest of frowns beginning to form. Why was this such a serious matter all of a sudden? This was supposed to be about Freya and Kettil, why couldn't they just hog all the attention?
Because they were happy with each other and wanted others to be happy too, the witch reminded herself. It felt odd to be so dismal over someone else's happiness, but given the fact that she was thoroughly convinced that even a fake marriage was out of the question for herself (Not that she necessarily wanted one, just would have liked to know that the option wasn't totally out of the question) as well as how odd everyone was acting, Belladonna figured it was just best to keep quiet.
Kettil's little speech made her smile, more because that was expected, and because if anyone had to ask her to smile this time she would kick herself, but it did not prompt a response. The only response the witch could think of was one she did not want to bring up now, so she only nodded at him and looked back at her shoes.

However, when Freya spoke, the witch perked right up.
"O-oh? That... I think it would be fine if you wanted to come and see us, anytime. You are always welcome to drop by my room Freya. You know that." Or she should know that. Perhaps given the past few months' tendencies to be full of personal woe, that particular thought had fallen to the way side.
"You both are always welcome. Any time."
This time she gave the practice newly weds a genuine and warm smile. The hand that was not in Mort's hand reached out toward the couple, fingers wiggling at whoever was closest. Mort's hand received a small squeeze and she gave him a hesitant smile before she turned back to hopefully link hands with either Freya or Kettil.

Freya was just oblivious enough to miss Mort's soft change in demeanor. She was focused on Bella, and gave the ghoul a grateful smile. "Okays! I'll comes tomorrow then. I'll text yeh both before I leave."

Mort's question brought a delighted and goofy smile to her face. "I think that's obvious. We should goes backs and enjoys it some more, too. She grabbed Kettil's hand. "Ja?"

Maybe Mort and Bella wanted a little privacy. Or maybe Freya was just starting to actually feel the unwelcome feeling that Mort was giving out. For whatever reason, she started to drag Kettil back to the big top.

"SEE YEH IN THERE GUYS WE LOVES YEH BYE!!!!!! THANKS FOR HANGING OUT WITH US WHILE WE GOTS MARRIED!!!"

By the way she screamed, one might think Freya had gotten pretty far. But no, she was only ten feet away at this point.

"Tomorrow, then." The witch replied simply, her smile for the couple constant despite the air of apprehension. Honestly, it was a toss up whether the couple noticed or not, for Freya seemed oblivious, but Kettil had fixed Mort with a peculiar look. Unable to decipher what it was exactly Kettil was thinking, Belladonna could only sit there in hopes of literally riding this out.
The tense moment was burned away by Freya's gleeful shouting at them as she drug Kettil off. The witch raised a gloved hand to wave them off, her smile dying the further they moved away from the Scarosuel. A few seconds ticked by as the ride continued on, plodding along, unaware of the weight it spun in endless circles. With a sigh the witch wilted the rest of the way, not at all sure how to feel about any of what had just happened.
Thankfully, she was well versed in pushing her own feelings down, so she did just that as she slipped down off the horse. Careful not to slip or trip, she moved around her lilac horse to the one Mort had chosen to sit on. One hand rose to rest against his knee as the witch turned up an expression of concern to him.

A multitude of questions popped up in her mind, each vying for attention with their own pros and cons, every one falling short of perfection. For one of the few times in her life, Belladonna decided she did not want to ask a question. She didn't want to say anything at all. So she didn't.
The witch only stood there next to Mort, quiet and patient and waiting, the hand on him soft, in no hurry. If he had anything to say, he would say it. If he too had nothing to speak, then they could go play games or go on another ride. No need to make this complicated when it could be easy.

Lumikki sat in the car completely quiet for what seemed like an eternity and for her to sit still in thought for that long was clearly not a good sign.

Blinking a few times as her ears twitched to listen to what he said, she frowned at first, they were messing it up...they clearly shouldn't be doing this. But then he continued. Burying her face in to the top of the stuff animal that she had recently decided to call Morta, she sighed heavily.

Still not looking at him she started very quietly, and deliberately picked her words.

"I...I'm not good at this. I...that is...when you told me you were busy fighting a giant I started to worry...it's why I came out there...and maybe because I wanted to see you...and when...scarentines...I...that is I like you too..maybe more then I want to admit...I...I'm scared."

She trailed off, she hadn't told him about her fears from her exam. And the tears rushed up quickly before she could stop them,

"Of loosing you...of them using you against me...b...because I"

Burying her face back in to the stuffed animal she mumbled some more.