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If the skelevision was quiet enough, one might hear a swishing sound just a second before there was a loud knocking at the door. Just as loudly, Freya yelled some incomprehensible word, before actually deciding to make sense.

"HOOTER, OPEN UP OPEN UP OPEN UP HURRY HURRY AHHHHHHH-"

She did not want to stand outside the door any longer than she had to.

As soon as the door was opened even a crack, Freya pushed it open as quickly as she could, shoved herself into the room, and closed the door behind her. Then she turned around, the ridiculously long and fluffy dress swishing around her legs as she did so.

Because Freya was wearing a very white, very big, very fluffy wedding dress. And she looked tickled pink about it.

"HI! Are yeh ready??"

Freya held both of her arms out, grinning happily at the owl when she answered, and indicated with her fingers for Endy to come to her. "For us teh gets married, of course!" She rolled her eyes at Kettil, as if that was the obvious answer. Gods, Kettil, get with the program.

Freya cuddled the owl softly, kissing the owl on the head and nuzzling her face against her feathers. "Hooter, stop being such a p***y. Yeh needs teh go get dressed nice. I won't has yeh at my wedding lookings like a slob. This is teh MOST IMPORTANT DAY OF MY LIFE." She reached around and scratched the back of her corset. "Let's hurry, I really wants teh gets this dress off soons as possible, it's uncomfortable."

Freya pulled one arm away from her constant cuddling of Endy just to slap Kettil right on his bare chest. "GETS A SHIRT ON BOIL. Have some respects, it's my wedding day!"

Her lips pursed to try and keep herself looking serious, but just saying that out loud broke her, and she started laughing hysterically.

Ah ha ha, Kettil was actually getting dressed. Freya kind of expected him to smack her around a little and tell her to stop fooling around, but he was just going with the flow. She had to wonder if he was really okay with her marrying his familiar. Maybe.. maybe she would then! MAYBE SHE JUST WOULD.

Freya put Endy on her shoulder, and then moved over to sit in the couch, picking up all her skirts and flopping down. Her dress fluffed up so high around her that it looked like she was sunk into a giant white pillow.

"He's takings teh news rather well, don't yeh thinks, Endy?" Freya coo'd to her little fiancee.

"I did too." Freya huffed, somewhat deflated that her joke hadn't been as amusing as she'd hoped. She needed more flailing, more asking WTF and running around crazily. All Kettil had done was go and get changed - or at least, go and do SOMETHING THAT TOOK A MILLION YEARS.

By the time Kettil was actually done primping, Freya had sunk so far into her dress that she was using it as a bed, and starting to doze off in it. She'd curled her arm around the owl and let her sink in too. So when he finally, FINALLY came back out, she let out a little groan of sleepiness, and rubbed her eyes. "Yeh takes too long." She mumbled in a yawn, turning her head up to look at him. Her eyes were hazed and foggy, like looking through smoky glass, and she blinked to focus on what she was looking at.

It was a funny thing, what a shirt can do to the look of a boil so used to being shirtless. Once her eyes focused, they took in each feature, from the popped collar to the stark contrast of the vest and the shirt. Kettil's outfit was a fashionista's dream, and Freya did like fashion, but she didn't expect to see it on Kettil. And she didn't expect what came next.

She pushed herself further down, trying to bury herself in the fluff of her dress, as her heart sped out of her control and her cheeks flushed red. It might have disturbed poor Endy, the way she tried to bury herself. But sufficed to say, she'd made a mistake asking him to dress up for her little game. Now, all she could see was how drop dead gorgeous Kettil looked.

And that was bad.

"Okays, wedding is off." She muttered through a pout from within her cocoon of white.