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Freya bit down until she pulled half of the Slim Grim from the wrapper with her teeth, and chewed away on it while she worked. She didn't speak again until she'd gotten it all chewed and swallowed, and by then, she was on the last dread. "Thanks yeh! I used teh loves those. I ate like... fourty a day, back when I was fat." She said it so casually, she didn't even realize what she'd said. "Yeh can finish mine if yeh wants, that was enough for me. I just needed somethings teh chews on while I finish.."

And indeed, she was almost done. She was unrolling his last dread! She put the comb through it carefully, inch by inch, pulling it apart with her fingers as well. "Yehr almost dones!"

"Yup. Yehr gross. Yeh definitely needs a shower." She ran her hands through his hair, checking for any stray dreads left, and then just played with it for a while. "There's so much of it.. I don't even knows if I realized just how much hair yeh have until I unrolled all of it. I could put an entire minipet in there!" She giggled and unraveled her hands from his hair, using the towel around him to wipe her own hands. "Okays. Yehr all set teh wash."

Freya was wiping her hands when she felt the world fall away beneath her, and let out a soft, startled squeal until she realized she was in his arms. "HOOTER." She laughed out, smacking him in the chest. "Two people don't fits in my shower. Hardly one does. Puts me down!"

She'd done it. She'd corrupted poor Kettil. Poor, innocent Kettil.

She didn't feel so guilty about it anymore.

She went quiet at that. Then she buried her head into his chest, and giggled.

"Yehr tryings teh gets me in teh showers with yeh." She admitted, muffled into his chest, spotted with giggles.

It did seem like fun. But there was always that initial embarrassment about new experiences that made her giggle nervously. When he put her down onto her feet, she pursed her lips, and regarded him very carefully.

Then she leaned over the couch to grab the second bottle of conditioner, her comb, and left everything else behind. She gave a quick check to make sure her tart pen was closed, before taking Kettil's hand.

"Let's go, Cheeka." She snickered out, tugging him out of the dorm. She wasn't exaggerating - her bathroom was the size of a linen closet.

Several hours and a good hair washing later..

Freya stepped onto the tile and shook herself, grabbing her hair and squeezing it into the tub before heading to get a towel. She took a small one, wrapped it around her form twice, and tucked it just under her arm. Then she took another one, and started to dry her hair with it. The braid was all but gone, so she simply took it all out, combed out the long length with her fingers, and regarded him affectionately as she dried her hair.

"That was fun." She murmured, sounding very appreciative for taking her to the shower with him.

Freya watched him dry his own hair, holding up a finger to stop him, but it was too late. The fluffy mess that was Kettil after he was done made her purse her lips to keep from laughing. She merely nodded, leaving the bathroom as quickly as possible before giggling.

As soon as Kettil settled on the bed, Freya climbed in after him, hopping up to sit on her haunches behind him. She grabbed the comb out of his hands, put it down beside her, and started combing through his fluffy hair with her fingertips.

"Is okay." She murmured brightly. "I will takes cares of it until yeh figures it out." She leaned in, and buried her head into his hair, taking a deep breath. Then she kissed his scalp. It was something she couldn't do before. "How does it feels, though?" After so much time dreaded up, she couldn't imagine what his hair felt like free. She ran her fingers through it over and over, awed at how long it was. Long, and shiny, and purple.

"It's beautiful, Hooter." She breathed out.