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Mort had never staged an intervention before, which was pretty much the only way to describe this outing. And considering how reticent Freya had been at the festival . . . well, they were probably in for a ride. Ah well, he had promised Herryk he would try; if nothing else, he needed to catch up with the valkyrie, and Belladonna's presence would surely ease the operation towards something more positive.





And whilst the witch dressed, Trouble poked his head above the cauldron lip and watched with wide amber and red eyes, tail wiggling. He yipped several times, sensing that something was going to happen. He totally wanted to be a part of it. OvO

It felt good to be texting more again. Normally it was just Bells giving him intermittent messages that tended to be anything from kirakiras to goodbyes and good mornings - or his brother spamming him with some nonsense again.

Victor snapped to attention as the zomboil pulled himself off the bed to go get a new shirt. While his room still retained a semblance of the cleanliness and order his mother had instilled, already a little pile was forming on his desk and chair of used clothes.

Shirt? Got it. Hoodie? Got it. Jeans? Always got it.

Off Mort went, leaving the Hint in charge as Victor was so wont to do nowadays. Lanna massively approved. Mort did, however, remember tidier of one more text when he thought hit him.

Freya had taken the time from when she sent the text, until her visitor arrived, to pick out outfits and try them on. At the time Bella had arrived, she had settled on two, and she was wearing one when the witch popped her head in. Freya turned around, and waved a hand wildly. "Comes in, hallo friend! I am just finishing up gettings ready, ja? I has it narrows down teh two, this ones, or-" She covered the white tank top and black miniskirt that currently rested on her lithe figure, with her second choice - the blue dress with the flowy top that she was often so fond of. Her hair was mopped up high, to keep out of her way while she tested both outfits. "Tells me, Bellsy, whatchyeh thinks. This one, or the dress?" She kept pulling the dress away, and then pressing it back against her, to compare the two over and over.

Being fashion forward was suffering.

But Herryk had said Freya went with Medea, so Mort was certain it was there somewhere. It was all a matter of figuring out how active she was with it . . .

While he was slow to get in front of the reaper dorms, apparently he wasn't slow enough; the ghouls were still in the middle of meeting each other which . . . could take forever if Belladonna's chatty nature had anything to say about it. Mrrrr.

A warm smile was given to the Reaper for her excellent choice in clothing, but there was no time for Belladonna to avert her eyes before Freya discarded her current outfit. With two older sisters, it wasn't as though the witch hadn't seen other ghouls, so she hardly even batted an eyelash. After all, what was there to see? The mark!
Oh yes, Belladonna saw that splashed across the inward curve of Freya's lower back, a swirl that loudly pronounced to the witch exactly what she wanted to know. It was off putting to see such a thing mar the lovely Valkyrie's skin, even more so to consider what it entailed for the altogether too thin ghoul. Perhaps that was why she wasn't eating, because of all the awful things Medea was making her little soldiers do. Before Freya turned around the witch frowned angrily at the floor, momentarily distraught at the idea that a simple wish to help others was the cause for so much anger and strife. But then the Reaper was speaking and the witch perked back up.
"Of course! I am glad you're coming with us!" The witch replied with a bounce and a happy clap of hands. "If you ever want to get out sometime, just send me a text. I love going out and I would adore your company!"
There wasn't much time for more gushing as a text message let the two ghouls know it was time to go, but Belladonna was more than willing to link arms with Freya and conspiratorially lean her head in.

At the ghoul's question, the witch could not help her cheeks at they pinkened a little and a deliriously goofy smile spread on her face. No one had really asked after their relationship and she was almost dying to gush about it.
"Yeah, its good! Really good. Sometimes its rough, like anything is..." Perhaps more rough because of the Initiates tasks that unsettled the witch or made the two question their own beliefs. "But still. Very good." Belladonna added with a satisfied nod and a slightly wider smile. After all, Mort really did make her very happy and she hoped she at least returned the favor.
"How about you? Are things going alright for you and your boilfriend?" The zomboil had briefly told Belladonna of Freya and Herryk's somewhat rocky relationship, which was part of the reason they were going out today. Not to wheedle any information from the Valkyrie, but to cheer her spirits and hopefully make things easier for her. And Belladonna was more than happy to help.

Alright, ghouls, he was considering leaving on his own to get the eyescream aaaaall by himself. >T But Mort had to remind himself: this was just as much an intervention as it was a social outing. Brainfreeze cravings could wait a little bit more.

Though he had his phone out and was half-way through another text poke when he heard the reaper dorm doors open, and the zomboil perked at the sight of the familiar red hair. "'Bout time, guys!" Mort hailed them with a smile as he canceled the message. "Have plenty've time to chat still - just have to deal with me. Eyescream place rreferences? Casket Robins s'pretty close, but don't mind either way." So long as they had chilled brains~