Angrboða made her away across campus to the dorms dressed in a grey t-shirt, ripped jeans, and comfortable trainers -- aka, how she usually dressed -- with her hair flung back in a messy ponytail. She felt fucking awesome, and had no idea why. Everything was just... wonderful, and little things like the way Fenrir's fur fell in his wolf form or how soft Jor was in his cat form were driving her crazy in a good way. She just wanted to keep touching and patting them, but she'd caught a glimpse at the clock and realized Hel would be expecting her soon.
Watching a movie with Hel, some guy, and Heimdallr wasn't exactly how she saw herself spending a Saturday afternoon, but it probably wouldn't be so bad. Sure, she was irrationally pissed at Jonathan, but she'd put those feelings aside for the sake of her baby girl. She was good like that.
Approaching the dorm building she found herself questioning why she didn't bring Fenrir, Jor, or Cain instead, reminding herself that if Hel really liked this guy one of her brothers or Cain might be a scarier person to deal with than the mom-type thing. She was willfully overlooking the fact that she was far more scary than any of her kidlets, because that could go without being said. Besides, if anyone didn't believe it she'd hit them. Walking into the dorm building, she paused at the sight of Hel. "Fuck, was I supposed to dress up?"