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Hel returned to her room from an outing, and upon arriving at her door, just stared at it.

“Mother ********>.” She hissed.

It was covered and lined with duct tape.

“Son of a b***h.” She decided to mutter as well, her shoulders slumping as she stared at her door, as if the duct tape would magically peel off. There was only one a*****e who would do this. Hel huffed. Right this moment, she just really wasn’t in the mood to kick her door off its hinges just to get in…but she had stuff to do!

“b*****d!” She howled as well, and then stomped down the hall and down the stairs.

The ghoul returned sometime later, running down the hall with a large leather bag, and in a gloved hand, a snow ball. She ran right to Mac’s door, and flung it open. She also didn’t care to confirm whether the reaper was in his room or not, and she chucked the snowball at something in the room that looked distinctly Mac-shaped. Was it? Who knew. She wasn’t really looking, she just wanted to chuck that snow ball at whatever she thought was Mac before it melted.

Oh! Sweet! He was in his room! Right at his desk none the less. She was awesome. Hel snorted loudly as Mac howled and dropped his newspaper, and then she outright laughed, doubling over and point at him with a gloved hand. Then he was up and coming after her.

“Oh shi—“ Hel quickly looked right. Junk. Hel quickly looked left. More junk. Damn it! Why was Mac such a hoarder!? Trying to dodge and roll would be nearly impossible unless she wanted to risk rolling and diving right into his stuff. Which she didn’t. So Hel did the next best thing. She kicked his door shut behind her, because she wouldn’t run away, oh no. Not her.

She then reached into her bag, grinning, and pulled out a rectangular, Christmastival paper wrapped box that was the size of her torso. She then threw it at him. At his face.

“Merry Christmastival, stupid! Jeg elsker deg også!"

Hel just…laughed. It was very helpful and considerate. She seemed amused by his swearing as well.

It was a good thing there wasn’t anything fragile in that present…Hel probably wouldn’t have thrown it at Mac’s face if that was the case. Hopefully. She moved, and leaned over to pick the box back up. She held it in her arms and clucked her tongue. “Hey. Hey. If you can not take what you dish out in any way, shape, or form…then you need to stop dishing!” She held out the present back to him, luckily, not swatting him with it this time.

“Oooopen it!” She wiggled then, excitedly.

“Pain is just weakness leaving the body, Mac.” Hel replied. “Also, what? Are you a little p***y now?” She grinned a bit, resting her hands on her hips briefly. “I am certain you have been hit way harder than that!” She clapped her hands together, and then gestured at the box he held in his hands.

“Pssshaw! I do not care if you got me anything or not! I made you something, so open it now!” She shifted her weight back and forth on her feet, and beamed up at him. “Come oooooon! I worked really, really, really hard on them!”

Hel groaned in annoyance and then puffed out her cheeks as she tapped her foot impatiently. Yeah, yeah, Mac, she got it. To you she always sounded stupid and she looked stupid and she was stupid yadda yadda. Open the damn present already. That’s what her expression said. Hel had a very expressive face.

“Ya!” She replied, pushing some hair behind her ear. “I made it.” Because Hel thought it was more meaningful. These boots weren’t something Mac, or anyone for that matter, could go buy in a store, and she took great pride in that. She waited with baited breath though as Mac finally unwrapped the gift and then held the boots, and she was studying his face anxiously. Did he like them? Did he not? Was he messing with her? Despite that thought, Hel couldn’t help but feed on the excitement that he did like them and that she had done a really good job.

“Ya!” She replied again, her voice nearly squeaking in barely uncontained excitement. “I made sure the soles would be good for hiking…” She tapped at them, “I also added these!” She tapped a finger on the steel-toes, the metallic ring giving away that they were indeed real metal. “For well…whatever!” She threw her arms up in the air and then let them fall at her sides, grinning up at him.

Hel’s expression faltered at that. Oh…er…these were not bro slayin’ boots okay? Ah…hrm. Oh well. Shun was bound to slit her throat sooner or later. Might as well add this to the list. No regrets.

She grinned as he thanked her, and when he leaned to place a chaste kiss on her lips her hands shot up to cup his face and keep him there longer. “Ha!” She snorted very softly against his mouth. “It does not. You will never forget it, so that makes it memorable and the best.” She looked like she was about to get distracted by other things, and then promptly remembered something else. She pushed him away from her then, because then she would get distracted if he stayed any closer.

“Oh, oh…also…I need you to look something up for me…on that…” She pointed at his desk, at his laptop in specific. “That thing on the interwebs.”

Hel laughed suddenly. “Maaaaac!” She exclaimed, as if he had just pulled a trick on her. “Grandscarelings?” She echoed. “How can you have grandscarelings if you do not plan on having any scarelings?” She clucked her tongue. “Unless…you are talking about…furry grandscarelings…!” She was thinking about all his scareon pups. She then reached out and swatted him across the back of the head. “It does not end with my dissipation. Jerk.” She stuck out her tongue then, before snapping back to attention.

“Ya! Properties. Ah…land?” She waved a hand around. “I decided on a plan for after I graduate, and I figured it would not hurt to start looking. I tried putting land into the gruegle thing and then it showed me a bunch of other things and…and paragraphs! Paragraphs that said ‘blah blah blah land’…so you are on that stupid thing a lot, so I figured you would know how to look for land to purchase…I am going to build my own cottage on good land!”

“Land.” Hel reaffirmed with a nod, catching his suspicious glance over to where he looked at his boots, and she grinned. “The third pair from the left.” She informed him. “I was so sneaky, you did not even know they were gone!” She teased. “It also helps you sleep like a bear! I was taking measurements of your feet!” She followed him over to his desk. “Your feet can get bigger too and those will still fit, I promise.”

Hel then cleared herself a spot on the edge of his desk, and promptly sat on it, swinging her feet back and forth. She was quiet at his comment, a far off look on her face before she softly hummed. “The only thing that makes me attractive to most boils, Mac, is my rack.” She replied, smirking a bit. “But if you are biting about my inquisition about land, then that would mean you are not most boils and thus find that attractive in me?” She grinned and batted her lashes at him.

“More than an acre…out in the country…but near a major town with a train station…I also would like for it to be near a water way of some sort. I also need to be able to build on it, obviously. Where in Halloween? I am not picky, I just want what I listed.”