Freya slept rather peacefully on the couch as James moved around quietly putting things away. Before long, she groaned softly as James scooped her up to move her onto her bed. Breathing in, a small smile crossed her features. Though she was unconcious, she still took in his scent. It put her at ease, but she was being placed under heavy warm blankets, and welcomed it from being on the couch, shifting onto her side to be more comfortable.
Her nap only lasted about an hour before she began to stir. Giving a yawn, she let her eyes get adjusted. She could clearly see, and realized she had fallen asleep with her glasses on again, and frowned. Her dad hated when she did that. She sighed gently as she sat up slowly. This is why she had multiple pairs - well, not the only reason. Also because she had an obsession with cute frames. Freya pulled the warm blankets off herself and stretched, heading to the door as she saw boxes on the ground. There were still things to unpack? She knelt down and seeing that they were her clothes, her eyes widened. Thank goodness that James left them. She knew he wouldn't even be phased since laundry was a thing that got done, but...but..now there was no hiding what was hers and what was James'! Should she...do her own laundry? She stared at the box at her feet and frowned. She didn't even...know what to do.
'I guess we'll cross...that bridge when we come to it.' Freya thought as she began putting her clothes away. Twenty minutes later after sorting everything, she grabbed a lollipop out of the candy dish on her way out and caught James with his back towards her. It looked like he was fixing some curtains or something. They were off a bit, and she figured they bothered him. This was her chance to strike. Quietly, she made small steps towards him before making an attempt at grabbing his sides. "Boo!" She shrieked in an attempt to scare him. James was usually not one to be startled, but Freya still saw it fit to try anyway. One of these days she would get him.