Amity.

Don’t ya always. I think ya do, you’re always saying cute shit and stuff, I don’t know how you expect me to react. But no no, you’re absolutely right. I do like the flatterin’ attention, to be honest. I admit it, cross my heart and hope to fly. [ snickers, humming lowly and poking your cheek; Oh c’mon, what? Why not? You tell me right now why you can’t eat my chicken salad or I’ll just be obligated to be offended. [ gives her a look before grinning widely; Nah, just kidding. Seriously, though, why? [ grunts; I’ll do it. Like, eventually. Promise. I’ll prolly do it soon.

It's tha' fact that I know ya secretly like tha' cute stuff, that makes me say it constantly. I like messin' wit' ya, whether ya admit it, and for some reason this mgiht be special night 'cause ya finally admitted ta' lovin' my cute shit. It's all fo' yoooouuuuu~ (/snorting she nuzzled the inside of the female's neck before shrugging her shoulders) Even if ya cross ya heart, I hope ta' fly away wit' ya on the magic carpet yes? Okay okay that's enough cute shit, ya might push me off ya or somethin' an' you're warm. It's a long story---- y'know my stories are always long I ain't 'bout ta' tell ya why I jus' can't.  Pfft. Eventually. 

          He turned away to just laugh into his palm, eyes mimicking the shape of a half moon and the more he tried to suppress the sheer shyness, the more his bangs bounced on his forehead along with the amusement. “I don’t know what to say.. I feel like if I say anything else you’ll just keep using it against me.”

      Tapping manicured nails that were dire need of a paint job against her folded arms Min simply let out a chuckle at the boy's response. What was it about the shy exterior of others that drew them to a wild person such as herself? Opposites attract? No time to dwell on it now. "Use it against you? Now what could I possibly say, only speaking will tell right? All I said was that you're adorbs, you don't disagree do you?"

          “I-I..” This was not part of the plan, he never put in his schedule to be flustered with a stranger, nevertheless he was smiling behind a hand that covered his face, chuckles hiding as well. “Well I did emerge to say hi..”

    The male's sudden lack of response didn't catch Min by surprise. Her nature was one that typically left others, startled to say the least. "And you are absolutely adorbs, are you not?" She barely left room for a response as her head nodded in agreement to her words. "Yes yes I believe you are, pity though you're hiding that face of yours right now." If it weren't for her minor hindrance she might have moved his hands herself.

Nah, nah, nah. You’re just tryin’ to sweet talk to me so that I don’t excuse your lateness with getting me my nickname. [ wrinkles her nose at you, tilting her head to dip her nose against her scalp; I got some chicken salad, if ya want some. It’s really good, if I do say so myself. I made the chicken all crispy and then throw some ranch on that mess, and it’s so good. Might take it work tomorrow for lunch. Yeaaah, I’m just kinda too lazy to go grocery shopping to be honest.

When have I eva' truly succeeded in sweet talkin' ya, let's be honest. By now I simply speak tha' truth an' it comes out as sweet talkin' 'cause deep down, ya know ya want me to do nothin' but sweet talk ya. Admit it. (/nudges the other  with her free arm but refusing ultimately to let go) Chicken salad? That's gonna be a negative ten on tha' okay scale, but thanks fo' offerin'. I have bad experiences wit' any type o' salad. Tho' I don't doubt it probably tastes good, I can't do it------- Oi oi. Don't be lazy an' go shoppin' befo' ya forget when ya really need ta'.

[ tightens her hold; Juuuuuust making sure, I’m creative but I ain’t that creative. In fact, I have no food and I spent all my money and I managed to make me a good dinner with the lack of ingredients that I had. Heh. I’m awesome, right?

I got in an' outta bein' creative an' it's really troublesome. I can't be creative 'bout important things so consider it an honour that ya don't have a set nickname yet. (/snorts burying her chin in the crook of your neck) Speakin' of dinner, ya should really make me somethin', I have a feelin' it'll be somethin' special. But now I'm worried, ya don't have any food? 

[ clings to like a koala; Do this mean that I have to give ya a new nickname?

(/snuggles close) No no no, why would you--- no. 

I was going to tell you, we already talked about that!