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 Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 9:56 pm
Kettil had woken up far too early in the morning. Far, far too early in the morning to really be sane. With some effort and quiet promises he managed to disentangle himself from Freya's arms and get out of bed and after a bit of singing he had lulled her back into sleep.
No matter how much she begged, he didn't get back into bed.
He showered and got things ready. The boil quietly snuck between his room and Freya's room and quietly packed things up. Kettil ignored the ache in his heart when he eyed the empty perches where Endzela usually sat.
All this time and he still hadn't been able to call her back. It was a trouble that he hoped to solve during this event. After everything was put together he climbed back onto bed, "Freya."
Moment or two of waiting took place before his hands reached out to shake her shoulder, "Freyafreyafreyawakeupitistimetogogetupgetupgetup."
Truly he was the best boilfriend ever.
Then he flopped across her lightly and whined, "Freeeeyyaaaaaaaaaaa, why you take so long to wake uuuuupppp?!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 10:26 pm
Freya was not available for comment at the hour Kettil decided to first wake up. Every single limb was still comfortably entangled around him, so when he tried to pull himself away, any complaints were completely sleep talking. There might have been some discussion of where the beef was, and if she was going to win the beauty contest, and oh my gods kettil look at her butt - but really, her eyes were closed all the time, and as soon as he managed to be released from the monster that was a clingy Freya, she fell fast asleep face first on the bed.
Any movement or actions he did from that point on were completely ignored, as Freya slumbered deep in the throes of dreamland where she won beauty contests and Lattice had a big butt.
The sound of his voice, when he climbed back into bed, was also ignored. Freya slumped as he shook her, and it was only when he flopped against her - forcing her deeper into the bed, where her face was no longer able to get air, did she actually react to him.
By bucking him off.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 10:31 pm
As she bucked him off he got up but also reached to pull her up by one of her limbs, "C'monnnnnnnnnnn," he said relentlessly. It wasn't that he didn't care whether or not he just about suffocated his ghoulfriend, but the fact that she was still alive was good enough for him to not feel any guilt for sinking her further in the bed.
He was working on pulling her out of bed now not caring if she was tired or not, "You can sleep on the train." Kettil insisted petulantly. It was an act, of course.
"Get up. Get up. Get uhhh-uuuuppp~," the Muut sing-songed at her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:02 pm
She fought every inch, only stilling when a single word started to actually filter through the fog of her sleepy, hazy mind, and punctuated into her consciousness.
Train.
Freya turned her head, so she could look at him, and let him drag her off the bed, only to flop on the floor beside it. She stared up at him with one eye then, her tangle of hair covering half of her face.
"Why." Her voice was scratchy, so she cleared it again. "Why we gettings on a train? And why can't I just sleeps right now?" Her gaze fluttered over to the bed longingly..
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:06 pm
He continued to pull her along but gently. The boil carefully avoided things on the ground and didn't yank at her limbs so friction wouldn't harm exposed flesh. As she asked the question he paused and stared down at her, "Cause we're goin' to my home. Y'know. So you can meet m'family and stuff...?"
Had she forgotten?
Oh wait. He never told her he was planning to go today.
Best boilfriend ever strikes again.
There was a pause, "Oh, I gave you plenty of time t'shower though. Unless you just wanna sleep a bit longer instead..."
Something about the way he said this insinuated that 'plenty of time' was ten minutes...
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:20 pm
She just kept staring at him.
Something about the way he'd said plenty of time made her entire body freeze up in absolute horror.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:21 pm
"...What?" He stared back down at her.
Did he say something bad...?
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:28 pm
There was a rush of air as it exhaled her lungs, before she sprung into action, barrelling past him into the shower. A second later, the water was on, and the sound of her smacking against things as she ripped her clothes off and almost jumped into scalding water could be heard. She scrubbed and rubbed, washing down as quickly as she could, which wasn't that fast when it came to her hair. In the end, she decided there wasn't even time to wash it, and she came out of the shower with soaking wet, unwashed hair. She started to comb it down, stumbling out of the bathroom while still dripping from the shower and scrambling for clothing with the hand that wasn't combing her hair.
"WHY DIDN'T YEH TELLS ME WE'RE GOINGS TODAY? I HAS TEH PACKS, I HAS TEH FEEDS MY TARTS, I HAS TEH GETS READY, ACH ACH ACH-"
Someone was hyperventilating.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:32 pm
"I already packed all your stuff. I also fed the tarts," he said cooly and happily.
The feeding of the tarts was probably the most racket he'd made as he slunk about like a thief.
He wandered over to her, "It'll be okay! That's why I let you sleep, y'know?"
Kettil was a good boilfriend ... sometimes.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:42 pm
Freya stopped combing her hair for a moment to look at her tarts, and the stack of food and water that sat there, waiting for them to wake up and eat. She rose an eyebrow at the fact he'd packed her stuff - how did he know what she wanted to wear..?
"What, exactly, did yeh packs for me?" She asked carefully, as her hand continued to run down the length of her hair, and she stepped into her closet to see what was missing, and pick out an outfit for the day.
She hadn't even started to freak out about where they were going, yet.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:47 pm
"The usual stuffs. Y'know underwear," small blush crossed over his face,"and socks an' stuff, outfits that look good on ya," in his opinion.
He shifted his shoulders a little, "Nothin' awful," Kettil hoped.
It wasn't like he was fashion-dumb. He knew his way around clothes sort of.
"Y'can look through it all just t'make sure, though," he murmured humbly, now pointing fingertips together as if he'd been extremely naughty just then.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:55 pm
Why.. was.. underwear the first thing he thought of when-
Wait a minute.
Freya snorted, sticking her hands through the rest of her clothes. She could tell he'd gone for the more demure items, and (ugh) some of her pants, as well. She grabbed a few more of her dresses - because even if it was freezing, she was loathe to wear pants - and hoped to the gods he packed enough underwear. She didn't even know how long they would be over at his..
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Parents..
...
The sound of shuffling stilled to silence as it finally, finally hit her over the head with a brick.
And then, the heart attack came.
"HOOOTER." She squealed unhappily. "WHY DID YEH SPRINGS THIS ON ME, I'M NOT READYYY." She wished she had time to shave her legs since last night. She couldn't fathom why that was the first thing she thought of.. but she wasn't thinking straight.
She came out of the closet, two dresses in hand, and her skin had gone white as her hands shook. "What if.. they don't like meeee..."
Breakdown imminent.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 11:59 pm
He suddenly wandered over to her and draped his arms around her, "For one thing? You agreed to this some days ago." Kettil said simply. "I just never stated when we were going."
Kettil went about fussing at her hair idly looking her over trying to soothe her worries, "Just be yourself, they will love you. You make me happy and so they'll be glad to meet you. I don't see what there is to hate about you."
He was a boil in love. Kettil knew she had flaws but he loved them.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 12:05 am
Freya quieted in his arms, but she still looked sullen and unhappy. She peered up at him through her wet hair, big round eyes that told a story of absolute self-loathing.
"There's lots teh hates about me, Hooter." Her voice hushed to a whisper. "Most of all, the fact that I'm not.." She couldn't even say the last word, so she just kind of mouthed it out. Her.
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 12:09 am
His expression softened from amusement to concern. Kettil reached and cupped her face to make sure she was looking at him, "You're right. You're someone completely new and different. They'll ask you lots of questions and wonder what you're about and what your motives are, but that is what families do."
His thumbs gently brushed over his cheeks. Kettil knew what she was saying but he wasn't going to linger on that thought. He refused to let sadness tinge a potentially wonderful memory for them.
"You are friendly, sweet, and loving. My father will adore you and so will my mother and my granny, too." He said softly with a small but confident smile. "My brothers will try to steal you from me and my sisters will demand to know how to dress as prettily as you do."
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