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Clack clack clack. That was the sound of Hel at her loom. The ghoul was hunched over her work, fingers idly pulling the thread she needed to as she worked on her foxfire blanket. Her hair was pulled up in a braided bun to keep it from getting caught, though she paused as times to blow her bangs out of her eyes.

It’d be done soon. She was close to finishing this blanket…but it wouldn’t be today. Soon though, soon. Then she would work on a blanket for Biskoto, as promised. She really needed to get on that…it had been quite a while since she was given this foxfire fur, but things had kept coming up. Hel came to a stop, blowing her bangs out of her eyes again and sprawled out on her wooden bench for a break.

Hel had her arms out and was stretching while sprawled precariously on her bench—

Until her door suddenly swung open with little to no warning. Hel rolled right off the bench in surprise, landing on the ground with a thump and immediately rolled onto her stomach, eyes wide as she stared at the intruder. Oh wait…Mac? Huh. The reaper hardly ever came to her door…

She leo-squinted at the boil, and then rested her chin in her hand.

“Jack, do I wish I was naked when you did that, because then you would have thought twice about knocking.” The ghoul drawled, and then pushed herself to her feet, dusting off herself before resting her hands on her hips. She hummed a bit thoughtfully. “Uh…” Hel wanted to come up with something witty, but she was sorely lacking in that department right now. “…You are joining a boil band…?”

The ghoul narrowed her eyes, and opened her mouth to retort, but seriously, she was really lacking in the witty department today. Her mouth closed and she grumbled to herself about not laying down on the ground and now weaving naked. “Well, Mac…boil bands are not composed because they are talented, it is because they are pretty.” She grinned a bit, and then scowled.

“The only thing stupid here is—“ Hel tried thinking of something again, it failed, and she rubbed her face with her hand. “You put your junk in a scisbird enclosure?” Never not stupid, Mac. Never not.

“Yes Mac. I think you are pretty. Pretty stupid.” She grinned a bit then, and then blinked as Mac burst out into hysterical laughter. Oh. She was almost expecting him to snark at her for that. Alright then. “Heh…” Hel scratched her jaw idly, wistfully glancing at the wall that her sister’s room lay past. Mac probably didn’t want to deal with her sister right now…Hel wasn’t even sure she was doing it right. Oh well. She kept on trying, that’s all that mattered.

At his warning, Hel’s brows furrowed in thought, and she looked to be putting a lot of effort into thinking. Well…she honestly had no clue what Mac wanted to tell her. She was drawing blanks…so another stupid guess, go! Hel made a good show of it though. Her face lit up in excitement and then snapped her fingers, and then pointed at Mac as if she had gotten it.

“You moved up from bottles to sippy cups! The non-spill kind, of course.”

Hel stared back, and then Mac backed out of her room and then closed the door, she stood there for a long moment before her face twisted.



Was it something she said? Did Mac suddenly turn into a little baby and couldn’t handle taunting anymore? Was he messing with her?

Well, one thing was for certain. Hel couldn’t just let it go. Nope. Nope nope nope. With a frustrated cry, the ghoul ate the distance up between her and the door, swinging it open with a loud bang. Oh, good, he was still in the hall. The reaper lunged at the psychopomp, her arms outstretched, and tackled him around the waist, throwing all of her body weight into him.

The reaper seriously wondered if today was one of those days where she should have stayed in bed, because everything she usually expected was not happening. Today was a very off day. Hel could only hang in Mac’s hold, looking rather lost as she was carted down the hall and tried to figure out what exactly just happened.

No anger…no throttling…laughing…and she couldn’t help but get the distinct feeling like this had been planned.

Hrm.

She should even bother trying to figure out—

Nah.

Just roll with it.

Coming to that decision, Hel wiggled and shifted in the reaper’s hold, and climbed him like a monkey until she was hanging onto his back like a koala. Piggy back ride, yes. Since he had carted her off and she wasn’t wearing boots. At his announcement, a look of surprise passed her face. “Ah!” Well, she wouldn’t have guessed that at all…how often did she see Mac in classes? Rarely. But still, she was genuinely excited and pleased, and it was apparent in her voice as her expression shifted into one of happiness. “Congratulations!” She cheered, squeezing her arms around him affectionately, all past transgressions in the past ten minutes forgiven and forgotten.

“What are we doing to celebrate?”

Hel had to laugh. “I think you win at being a second year student, Mac.” She teased. “So you got the trophy, now it is time to conquer new horizons! Work towards being a super senior now, ya? Huh? You are…getting your hair cut?” Hel blinked. “…That is your idea of celebrating? Boring!” She couldn’t help but reach with one hand though to tug and examine some of his long curls. “How much are you getting cut—“

The ghoul cut herself off as Mac started going down the stairs and she started to be jostled up and down. She let go of his hair and immediately threw her arm back around him, holding onto him in an iron grip. Ya know…she suddenly remember why she didn’t often like to be carried by people…

She was at their mercy. Or lack of mercy. Mac didn’t have any mercy.

“I suppose I am along for the ride.” She replied, her teeth grit as she was continually jostled…down three flights of stairs.

The reaper snorted. “Why do you not graduate with the rest of us and become one of the youngest ferrymen? Once when I gruegled then clicked images, and then typed in ferrymen, and they were all a bunch of old reapers with long white beards.” The ghoul paused and then hummed a bit. A better idea...She giggled, smiling widely, but kept the thought to herself as she chuckled. "We should go out to eat!" She announced after a moment, surprisingly keeping the words out of her mouth innocent for now. For now. "Even though you still owe me for Skree Ball, it is you we are celebrating, so I will pay! Your choice!"

When Mac pinched her, Hel yelped, and swatted her hand on his chest, and scowled, before her lips twisted. Get her hair cut? The suggestion nearly made Hel suck in her breath in surprise, and she also couldn’t help but notice how foggy it was outside either…but she was distracted by the prospect of hair cutting. Freya had threatened to cut her hair…like it had meant something…

“…Why should I?” She asked. She didn’t see a reason to. “…I have never cut my hair, ya know that? Never ever. Scissors have never touched these locks, ever since I came from my pumpkin. My hair has grown for seventeen years! It is a valkyrie principal….” She trailed off for a moment, thinking back to when Freya said she wasn’t a valkyrie…ugh. Hel’s eyes swept around the fog, her brows furrowing.

“…So…what does your ghoulfriend think of you getting a hair cut…?” Hrm…ya know, come to think of it…shouldn’t Mac be spending time with her? Wasn’t that something one did with their ghoulfriend?

Not that she was complaining. She most certainly was not.