November 3 2012, 9pm
“Oh yes, lots! Hehe, I just can’t seem to contain them, either~” she grinned, “Oh, but you are precious. Everyone is precious, hehe. Some more than others. And some people… Just make better toys than people.”
“I haven’t noticed any charms at all so you’re containing them rather nicely.” He mumbled, his shoulders shrugging. ”Toys? Sorry, I’m not gonna be your toy since I kinda have a fiancee. Unless you’re talking about a different type of toy. We both have different meanings for that word.”
“You must be blind, then, precious.” Zie’s lip curled in a sort of amused disgust at his next statement. “Completely different, I assure you. I highly doubt you’d want to be one of my toys… It tends to be very… Painful…~” and just like that, she was grinning again.
…It was a little creepy to be honest. Nearly all she had done this entire time was grin like the damn Cheshire Cat.
November 3 2012, 3pm
“No, I’m always like this. Just one of my many charms, precious~” she said, practically giggling, “But I call everyone precious, precious. Do you call everyone dollface?” she laughed again, resting her chin on her hands. “Why would I say no? It’s actually very… Fitting…~”
“You have charms? Ha, that’s hard to believe.” He let out an obnoxious, hysterical laugh. ”Nope. Almost everyone I meet has their own little nickname. I’m not gonna lie, ‘doll’ and ‘darling’ are most common. Although, I no longer feel special, nor precious, now that I know you call everyone precious.” His lips formed into fake pout, amusement clear to see in his eyes. ”I’m glad it’s fitting.”
“Oh yes, lots! Hehe, I just can’t seem to contain them, either~” she grinned, “Oh, but you are precious. Everyone is precious, hehe. Some more than others. And some people… Just make better toys than people.”
November 3 2012, 1am
“I could’ve, but I didn’t want to.” she said, cocking her head to the other side, “Dollface? Dollface…”
…Well, it had a certain irony to it. “Alright, precious. Dollface it is.”
“Because you’re PMS’ing?” He questioned in a sarcastic tone. ”Yes. Dollface. It suits you. Because you seem like a porcelain doll.” He made a face once he realised how creepy that could’ve sounded. ”You can’t say no, anyway. You’re calling me ‘precious’ and I would still call you it ‘cause I can.”
“No, I’m always like this. Just one of my many charms, precious~” she said, practically giggling, “But I call everyone precious, precious. Do you call everyone dollface?” she laughed again, resting her chin on her hands. “Why would I say no? It’s actually very… Fitting…~”
