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Post by Mama Z on Jun 4, 2012 14:19:14 GMT -6
She was still sitting there right on his back. Talking. He wasn't even sure what her point was any more. He listened for a moment before rolling his eyes and just standing up. If she stayed on, she stayed on. If she fell, well that would be even better. He'd look at her briefly before starting to walk. 'I'm not telling you my name.' He informed. He would suggest she guess, but Gods knew how long that would take. [/color][/size]
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Post by Oki on Jun 10, 2012 18:12:15 GMT -6
Ash really wasn't sure of her point was anymore either; perhaps she stayed because she was amused and really couldn't think of much else to do. Keeping both of them busy was more fun than just walking around wondering what the next minute would bring. Not expecting to get a name right off the bat, especially with this male, she wasn't too surprised when he denied it. Given, Ashlynne almost fell off he he abruptly stood up, but she tightened her grip with one of her vines.
"Figured." Her tone matched her shrug of her shoulders. As he began to walk, her vines stayed where they were on his upper forearms. Thinking, she said with a smirk, "Then I shall name you Keme*."[/size]
((*Means "secret" in Native American :p))
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Post by Mama Z on Jun 10, 2012 18:26:18 GMT -6
She stayed right on. Like a tick he was starting to compare her with. She was also naming him and he looked up at her as she called him Keme. Whatever that meant, he was not interested. He shook his head, 'Whatever seems to make you happy.' And that seemed to make her very happy. [/color][/size]
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Post by Oki on Jun 11, 2012 14:58:17 GMT -6
Unsatisfied with his reaction, the vines that wrapped around his forearms untangled themselves from them and shot to a nearby tree branch that was in front of them both. Whipping around the branch several times, Ash swung from his back and to the tree further ahead. Swinging there like a child on a swing, Ash looked at him, "Awh, I suppose I guessed wrong. How about..." She looked him over, then said, "Julian." [/blockquote][/color]
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Post by Mama Z on Jun 11, 2012 15:38:30 GMT -6
That got her going. He slowed as he felt the vines loosen and then she was swinging away like a little monkey. He watched her for a moment then sighed. 'Zivan.' He said shortly, 'And Im only telling you that because I dont want to hear another crappy name, Turtle.' [/size][/color]
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Post by Oki on Jun 13, 2012 8:32:09 GMT -6
Hanging there on the thick branch of the tree, she wondered if she got the name right this time. Seeming not to, Ash watched him sigh and tell his name. "Zivan?", she said aloud, surprised a little at the name, "Turtle??" Her voice held more, though superficial displeasure at her given name by Zivan. "I don't look like a turtle", she humphed, "At least my names weren't as crappy as yours."[/color]
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Post by Mama Z on Jun 13, 2012 18:06:18 GMT -6
He should have told her some sophisticated nickname, but his mind wasn't in the mood to be creative. 'No you don't look like one, but you do live in your head so I felt the analogy fit.' He decided to ignore the jab at his name. He happened to like the exotic ring that went with it, but then again he was a selfish being. He was vain so he pretty much enjoyed everything about himself. Expect how he was able to catch this little sprites attention. 'And before you say anything, no I dont want to know your real name.' [/size][/color]
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Post by Oki on Jun 15, 2012 9:54:52 GMT -6
Her forelegs crossed when humphing at him, knowing that she was more creative than he was. Ashlynne felt that she was better than him in that respect. Though, she did suppose that his analogy fit now, but it made her think. Denying its truth, she retorted, "At least my head's filled with wonderful things", she lied, "Yours is probably filled with gunk and slime and is shrouded in shadows. You probably would stumble over things if you lived in there." She chuckled.
"Ash, my name's Ash", she stuck her tongue out at him. She didn't care if she gave him her nickname, not like he would remember it anyway. [/blockquote][/color] ((Zivan needs a mirror >> lol))
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Post by Mama Z on Jun 15, 2012 12:15:53 GMT -6
She tried telling him their minds were different and Zivan snorted. His mind was most certainly filled with wonderful things. Though those thoughts may probably make her blush. He was far from clean minded. He could be proper and school his speech, but his thoughts were always more devious. And they had to be for his line of work. He could be very, very clever in a sense.
'I told you I didn't want to know your name, Turtle.' But at least now the tables were turned. He found something that at least agitated her to some degree and it pleased him way more than it should have. [/color][/size]
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