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Mot chuckled, grinning widely. "You think I'm handsome?" Yes, he was letting her know of her slip. Why? He wasn't sure. Normally he'd just keep it to himself. However, unlike Lizzy, Mot felt more open with Hel. At least lately. Maybe the trip had brought him closer.

"Oh, I get it. Uh, I'll go first." Mot offered, grabbing his bag and leaving to go change and what not.

He returned a short time later in his PJs, tossing the bag on his bedroll and sitting down himself. "Done~."

As soon as she touched the ground again, she was hopping up to hang off him a second time, stubbornly refusing to let him put her down. "ACH, don't reminds me of that place now. I am tryings to be enjoy the happiest moment of my life, do yeh minds?" She peppered kisses across his face, and then rubbed her entire face against his in a crazed shake. Finally, she pulled back and her expression pinched in exaggerated dismay, before she let him go and slid down to the ground again.

"Fine, fine, we goes back." She grumbled. "But only because the faster we go to sleeps, the faster this weekend is over, and we can go back to schools together."

She tucked her arm under his, and her other arm wrapped around it as well, leaning against him heavily as they turned around to head back to the house.

Hel paused, staring at him with a blank look. Did she think he was handsome? Ffffff—

Did she say that outloud!?

Bloody Jackin’ Mary.

The reaper looked like she wanted to try and smooth that over someway somehow, as if maybe she could convince him that she didn’t say that out loud but…nothing was coming to mind. The long she hesitated, the more obvious it was too. Hel blushed. This was embarrassing. “…Yes.” She muttered, and then narrowed her eyes. “You want to make something of it?” When in doubt, threat, though she probably wasn’t very threatening with that pout either.

Luckily the cowboil took to the bathroom first, and Hel took that time to face palm. When he came back, she went off then, changing into her sleep clothes and switching her pigtail braids over into a single one. The valkyrie returned, tossing her bag at the head of her bed roll and she flopped back down on it again, facing the cowboil. “You think you’ll be able to sleep tonight?”

Hel rolled onto her side so that she was facing the cowboil.

“Heh…if you thought today was long, the worst will be tomorrow! You really should try…you’re going to need the energy tomorrow.” Hel waggled her fingers in thought before snapping them once more as she smiled at him. “I’ll sing to you again, alright?” It was a brilliant idea, and one that seemed to be working thus far! It seemed a good enough reason to try again.

Freya yelped when she was picked up, though it was clear she was very, very happy to be in his arms. In fact, he made her feel so petite and feminine, her small body curled up in his big, strong arms, pressed against his big, strong chest-

Gods, but Herryk was like the cover of a romance novel. Freya realized she'd been swooning non-stop since he picked her up. It would be nauseous to watch if she weren't the one doing it.

And then he paused, and that question - Freya was like putty in his arms. She pulled herself closer so her face could meet his, and grinned like a cheshire cat.

"I thoughts yehd never ask." She stated simply, closing that distance to press her lips against his with no sense of gentleness at all. In fact, it was kind of needy, the way her lips forced his to part, and her kiss deepened with the kind of ferocity fit for a valkyrie.

Romance was all well and good, but when it came time to kiss, Freya held a very firm policy; she believed that no tongue should be left behind.

Oh boy. Mot steeled himself, trying to summon all of his will and courage to get through the next day. He did okay tonight, he felt. Valdis liked him, and Odin seemed relatively pleased with Mot's so called accomplishments. So far so good.

Mot shrugged his shoulders, giving a sheepish smile. "Okay-ish, I guess. Not as many nightmares but.. Well, I've never had an easy time sleeping anyway." He could say he was used to it, and while technically the denizens of Halloween could live without sleep, it was still a refreshing way to replenish ones self. Being denied that was tiring.

Mot tilted his head, furrowing his brows at Hel. "What about you? You always seem to be fit as a fiddle." But that didn't mean she didn't have troubles, therefore he felt the need to check in on his Valkyrie.

Freya, however, was not grinning at Valdis. This woman was ruining EVERYTHING! She glared daggers at her mother, even as Herryk kissed her on the cheek and tugging her inside. Freya couldn't believe that kiss had just been broken. She didn't even care that her mother had just insulted her, THAT KISS. She was NOT. DONE. WITH THAT KISS.

She glared at her mother all the way until she was out of sight, and then frowned even as she turned to Hel and Mot. "Hi." She muttered sullenly, slinking into a chair.