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 Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 6:25 pm
Herryk was feeling pretty amazing. He had his phone, he'd made a few new friends since returning from the wedding, and he was in love with the most beautiful ghoul at the academy. The draugr sincerely doubted that things could get better than this.
With a spring in his step and a whistle on his lips, Herryk made his way to Freya's door. In one hand he clutched a small bag. On his way over he'd had faltered -- maybe he should have wrapped it? -- but he was eager to give her these stupid little stuffed owls.
Besides, he doubted that she'd care much about pretty packaging.
Lifting his empty hand, Herryk gave a few hearty knocks on her doom room door and waited very patiently for her answer.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 3:42 pm
There was the sound of tripping, followed by a crash, and then the door opened. Freya stood in the doorway, with a bag over her head.
No, really.
"Herryk!" She squealed, holding her hands out to him. With a bag over her head. "I missed you!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 3:49 pm
"Freya... what...?"
Herryk looked down at her.
How was he supposed to kiss her hello through that bag?
He reached out to snatch it off of her head, and he would do so unless for some stupid reason she stopped him.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:25 pm
Freya reached her hands up just a moment too late, as the bag was snatched off her head without another word. "WAITNO-" Her fingers grazed the edge of the bag just as it flew away, and she was left looking up at Herryk with a sheepish chagrin.
And a shiner just the right size of a fist.
"Ahhh eheh.. Okays yeh comes inside now!" She dragged him out of the way of the door and slammed it shut before he could say a word.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 4:31 pm
It was a good thing that Freya had jerked him into the room and slammed the door, because what followed was a bellow that would likely echo throughout the halls of the reaper dorms. The fury that filled his voice was also evident on his face. Suffice it to say, Herryk was pissed. Beyond pissed. He expanded in height and width with incredible swiftness until his head thudded against the ceiling.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO FREYA'S EYE?!"
The draugr snarled at his ghoulfriend, eyes narrowed and hands on his hips. One hand still clutched that little bag, though it was quickly becoming mangled.
"If Freya was sparring and was punched, she will tell Herryk who she was sparring against RIGHT NOW."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 5:16 pm
Sparring. SPARRING. "YES. FREYA WAS SPARRING. I mean I was sparring. Haha, I'm sorry I am yellings. I'm just so exciteds to see yeh!" She actually looked far more frightened than excited, as Herryk grew so dramatically and snarled at her. It made her take a few steps back, stumbling against and then into a chair. She tried to go with it, but her expression was horrified. "Come and sits down with me, Herryk, Freya will tells yeh all abouts what a good spar she had!"
Who could she possibly pin this on? Should she just tell him that she sparred with Lark? She didn't want the ghoul to have yet another reason to hate her.. not to mention those dark words Lark had spoken concerning Herryk.
So who, then? Who was going to take the fall?
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 5:57 pm
Herryk rubbed his head where it'd slammed into the ceiling, all the while watching Freya. She was acting kind of strange and she looked terrified. Of what? Of him? That thought caused his brows to drop down threateningly. He reached for her arm when she stumbled, straightening her against him.
"Herryk will kill whoever did this to his Freya," he snarled. An idle threat, really -- he'd just beat the ever-loving s**t out of whoever did it to Freya.
"Was it Roch? It was Roch, yes?" The little punk.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:28 pm
Suddenly she was flat against him, and any fear flew out the window. She snuggled against his stomach, and sighed.
"Herryk, yeh can't go around killing anyone who spars with meh. How will I gets any stronger? Besides, do yeh has any idea how many fights I start on a daily basis? Yehll kill half the schools if yeh adopts that policy."
She reached her arms up, bending them repeatedly in a signal to be picked up. "What? No, it wasn't Roch. Roch? He's a poor skinny thing, I'd break him across my knee."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 6:45 pm
Herryk grunted as he bent enough to swoop her up in his arms. If it wasn't Roch, then who was it? And why did it feel like she was stalling? Herryk was not happy, not happy at all, and he couldn't help but snark at Freya.
"So? Tell Herryk who it was. Herryk might not kill them, but Herryk is not so sure that punching Freya in the face is going to help the other person in the spar grow stronger. Besides," he pulled back to stare down at that shiner, "it makes Herryk very angry to see this bruise."
Very angry.
"Spit it out. Now."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:26 pm
Freya hung like a doll in his arms, pouting in the most adorable way she could possibly think of. Her eyelashes fluttered coyly, puppy dog gaze in full effect. She was pulling out all the stops.
"That is why I am hesitants to tells yeh, baby boil. Promise me yeh won't do anythings. Promise."
She bent her head in and gave his chest a kiss.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:29 pm
"No."
He didn't like where this was going. She wasn't going to distract him, not at all. Okay, maybe a little. He grunted when she kissed his chest.
"Herryk does not promise.. mmm, no more kissing." He looked at her very sternly.
"No more kissing until Freya talks." Maybe. If he could hold out.
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:35 pm
She kissed his chest again. "Yeh can't stops me~" She sing-songed, grinning up at him cheekily. "Now promise!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:45 pm
Freya stopped kissing and gave Herryk the brattiest look she could muster.
"Then Freya isn't tellings yeh!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:53 pm
Herryk looked like he was ready to put a fist through the wall.
"Freya IS going to tell Herryk unless Freya wants Herryk to go punch Roch. It was Roch, wasn't it? Why is Freya trying to protect Roch?"
He planted her on the chair she'd stumbled into and started walking for the door.
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