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 Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 4:59 pm
The point of surprises was that certain people just don't know about it until the surprise was revealed. It was hard not letting Freya in on what he had planned for the day but he had managed to keep it all under wraps and as soon as he was alone in the dorm he let out a deep sigh.
Endzela was amused.
Kettil shot his Owl a look as he counted out his seeds and then got ready to go, "Comin' with?"
"Maybe." Endzela said idly.
The Muut rolled his eyes at the non-committal response, "I'll drag someone with me that can commit to it then."
That was when Kettil left the dorm room and then shot directly over toward Hel's and knocked on the door.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:02 pm
SMASH.
That was the sound of something shattering into pieces inside of Hel’s room. A few moments later the ghoul’s door swung open, and her nostrils flared. She looked rather livid…but luckily not at Kettil. “Ya?” She managed to inquire her voice pretty level.
Over her shoulder, against a wall, a little plastic radio lay in pieces.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:05 pm
Kettil's eyes were pretty wide at the crashing sound and they remained that way when the door swung over, "Hey there, everything alright?"
He was glad she remained civil enough. There was a shift of his shoulders, "I'm goin' outta town to get a tattoo and I was wonderin' if you wanted to tag along," Kettil snuck a quick glance into Hel's room and added, "but if you're busy with something then that's alright."
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:11 pm
“Oh ya, everything is just ********’ dandy.” Hel quickly replied with another huff, glancing at the reaper, and at the mention of ‘outta town’ well…she was quick to pounce. Hel pushed away from her door and went to grab a small bag she had been using as of late for quests. Slinging that on, she was also quick to pull on her boots, and she came back, moving past Kettil and slamming her door shut.
“Ya.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:15 pm
Clearly she was going because Kettil was twisting her arm so much.
Not really.
Kettil noted that she was in a mood of sorts, but for the time being he kept everything rolling by walking with her to the train station mostly in silence to let her cool off a little bit. He paid for both of their tickets since he was the one dragging her out.
He offered her one of the tickets, "..I'm not gonna force ya to talk about it but I am willin' to listen if you need to rant or somethin'."
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:21 pm
Hel was quietly stewing on the walk to the train station, after shooting a very nasty glare at Mac’s door before they left the dorms.
Once at the station, the ghoul swiped the ticket from Kettil when it was offered, and held onto it for the time being, her other hand holding onto the strap of her bag. She tapped her foot, agitated, and was silent, even after the reaper spoke up. She looked like she was ignoring him and not going to answer until…
“It was this ******** song on the radio!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms into air. “It is like some c**k sucker is stalking me and made a song that describes exactly how I feel and then played it on the radio to ******** taunt me!” She turned to look at Kettil now with a look that clearly said ‘the nerve of them’.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:28 pm
Thankfully Kettil didn't catch the poisonous glances that Hel flung at Mac's door otherwise he might have figured something out.
Ah. Feels. He knew feels.
Kettil didn't smile nor did he patronize her, the Muut seemed to think about his answer before he simply replied, "It is funny how that works sometimes, especially with music. Any other day you might not have noticed it and prolly would have just let the lyrics slide by." The boil grinned a little at his friend, "But if someone is stalking you and psychically tapping into your emotions, I'll help you beat their a** for violating your headspace without your permission. If you need me to help that is." Despite the feel that he was teasing, it was also dripping with sincerity.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:34 pm
Hel rested her hands on her hips now, and huffed again. “I would not need help beating any a** if that was the case…nor would there be any a** left for you to beat, either, but I appreciate the sentiment.” She did…she really did…she was just still really pissed off about that song that was crawling its way into squishy places and poking things that made her uncomfortable and go off the handle.
“…So, where is my sister? I am surprised her head is not up your a** right this moment.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:40 pm
Kettil smirked a little, "Yeah, well the offer is there no matter what."
The boil shifted his shoulders a bit, "She had things to do, and well it is better she's not with me right now. I kind of want the tattoo to be a surprise," he replied honestly as he led the way onto the train. From Hel he didn't take much of what the ghoul said about her Sister too seriously, she was likely the only one in Halloween he'd take trash talk about Freya from and even that had a limit of sorts.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:43 pm
…Tattoo…oh yeah…she may have been half listening when Kettil told her why they were going out. She followed the Muut onto the train, handing over her ticket when prompted. She then flopped into a window seat, sprawling out rather unlady like with another deep sigh.
“A surprise, huh? What? Getting her name tattooed on your a**?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:46 pm
Kettil had given over his ticket for entry and then settled down next to Hel with a bit of a snort in response to her question, "Nah, gettin' a tramp stamp. Gotta let the world know that mustache rides are only five seeds each."
"She'll love it," he grinned happily.
Then there was a pause as he said in a sober tone, "Names tattooed onto a body is kinda too tacky for me."
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:49 pm
Hel looked over at Kettil as she spoke, and her expression turned indignant. “AH! You can not do that!” She cried. “That was my idea first! I am going to get that tattooed on my back!” Of course she really didn’t mean that…but hey! Kettil wasn’t allowed to hive mind! It was her crazy thought first!
She snorted though, at his sober tone. “Ya. Ya, I agree with you there. Getting someone’s name tattooed on yourself might as well be the ‘kiss of death’ as well.”
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 5:53 pm
Kettil's eyes took on a wide and watery sort of appearance as he leaned toward her with his shoulder touching hers, "But Hel~, we could be tramp stamp twins. We'd rock it all over the school grounds."
The boil gave a bit of a nod, "Yeah, and well I rather get somethin' that reminds me of her but I can also love with. She left a mark on me, no denyin' that. For good or for bad I'mma get somethin' that reminds me of her."
He was obviously hoping that it'd be for good.
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 6:03 pm
The reaper seemed to give a thoughtful hum at this. “I shall think about it.” She declared, and tilted her head as the reaper spoke. She nodded her head, and could see where he was coming from, even if she didn’t entirely agree with it…because well…what if things were bad? “You are just a glutton for punishment.” She murmured, amused, and turned her head to stare out the window as the scenery went by.
“…So where are we going exactly?”
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Posted: Tue Apr 30, 2013 6:07 pm
Kettil laughed a bit, "I am. Besides no matter what there are some good, good memories with Freya. I'll hold onto them forever no matter what," He straightened a bit and craned his neck to watch the passing scenery as the train moved forward without him realizing it.
Train rides were always better with someone else.
"My hometown, there's a guy there that did my first tattoos. I wanted to stick with him, y'know?" Kettil shifted his shoulders a bit. "I dunno. Customer loyalty or somethin'."
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