-he reaches out and patted her head; Of course, I don’t like them. What makes you think I did? 

-swats at his hand and smooths her hair; No touchy. You said I didn't change. Of course I wouldn't, I am me. The lovable lil shit that makes your world go round.

-groaning and rolling his eyes at the familiar voice; Oh look who is here— I think it’s not long enough considering that you didn’t seem to change.

-huffs and purses her lips; I thought you didn't like fake people? Besides you know you missed me. -grins up at him;

Stop poking me. If you want to touch my body then just say so, I will let you touch them for as long as you want. Jabbing might leave bruises and it will not look good on camera. I despise wearing make up to cover up things in my body. -shakes his head; Lady like? Don’t kid me, because I won’t fall for it.

-runs her hand down his face; Touch what? I didn't feel anything when I poked you besides your bones. -narrow her eyes a t him a bit; I am lady like, excuse you sir. 

What are you? Human, of course. You just don’t look like a girl to me. You act more barbaric than I am which makes me question or conclude that you are not a girl. -he flashes a wide grin, swaying his head left and right; Let’s be real, even if you are hunter, I am still a man and I can overpower you. Just because I look fragile does not mean I am weak. -shakes his head, waving a finger at her;

I don't act barbaric, I am nothing but lady-like. -squints at him, poking at his chest before flicking his nose; You forget I'm a dance above all, leg strength. You do look fragile. -pokes at his side; You need to tone up some.

You’re not a girl! -sticks his tongue out back at her; Don’t pretend that you can, we both know what will happen if you try to tackle me down. No, beauty sleep for what? My beauty is eternal. -snorts at his own egotistical statement;

Not a girl? -pats her chest; What the hell am I then?! No, no. We both know that I can tackle you down. Don't pretend like I can't do so. -wrinkles up her nose, making a face at him; Eck, you're so --- no.

You ask who is counting? Me! I’m the one who is getting hit, so of course I have to know or remember how many times I can hit you back. -shakes his head; What are you even doing up? Shouldn’t you be asleep and try to gain some height?

You can't hit me back, you're not supposed to hit a girl. -sticks her tongue out at him; Ha ha ha. Very funny. I've been busy doing stuff. I maybe be short but I can still take you down. -huffs lightly; Shouldn't you be getting your beauty sleep?

Life isn’t fair. You haven’t lived enough for you to know that. But who am I kidding? You probably did more things than a 50 yeard old person can do. -shakes his head; You’re scared of my manager now? You’ve been hitting me since the day we met, what happened to you that you seem scared now?

-taps her chin with her index finger; I have done a lot more than any 50 year old, so I guess you have a point. And your manager is a pretty scary guy. But excuse you, I've only hit you like twice or maybe ten times but who's counting? Eh, a lot but I'd rather not talk about it.