forum I'm lacking the creative ingenuity to provide a clever and witty name (Character Chat 5)

Started March 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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She sighed dramatically. "I dunno…"

"Pppppsshhhhh," he began to roll of the bed. "I'll just take me and my tubbyness elsewhere."

She rolled her eyes. "I was kidding, my goofy idiot." She laughed slightly, shaking her head.

"And object in motion tends to stay in motio-!" he was cut off by him falling off the bed with a thump.

"And I'll reiterate my latest statement–you're an idiot." She came over to him and crouched down, crossing her arms over her knees and resting her head on her arms.

"Hush." He laid sprawled out of the floor, staring up at the ceiling. "I'm only an idiot when I choose to be."

"Which would be all the time," she said with a teasing grin, still basically curled into a ball next to him.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuush. It's all a tactic." Complete bullshit, which she already knew.

"Uh huh. And how well has that tactic worked out for you?" She humored him, infinitely amused by him.

"Got me you," he said, looking over at her with a smile. "Definite plus."

"Hmm, I suppose." She smiled down at him. "I am quite the treasure. In fact, the Italian word for treasure kinda sounds like my name."

"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow. "And what is that word?"

"Tesoro." (teh-soh-roh)

"Eh. I guess," he mused. "I'd rather just cut to the chase and call your a treasure."

"But it's less fun," she whined playfully. "But I suppose I wouldn't mind being called a treasure…"

"Looks like that's your new nickname," he decided. "Treasure."

"Amore," she purred, her nickname for him. "Sounds like it's been settled, then."

"Indeed it has." He held his arms out, offering an opportunity for more cuddles.

"You're still on the floor, doofus," she chuckled, but wasn't overly opposed to more cuddles.

"And?" he asked, keeping his arms out. "Your point?"

She sighed and sat down, being stubborn as usual. "If you want me you're gonna have to get me yourself."

"Looks like we're gonna be here a while," he said, dropping his arms.

"You're so lazy, my gods," she muttered, then came up to him and lied down, head resting on his chest. "Can't really fault you for that, though. So am I."

"You made be lazy, alright?" He said, flicking the top of her head. "I was a productive person until you told me not to work anymore."

"Productive meaning walking around with a frying pan and doing absolutely nothing with no memory whatsoever?" she asked flicking his chest in retaliation.