Separate names with a comma.
"Ugh! No no no!" She shook her head, her tone scolding. "Bad! You can use that one either. I will not allow it!"
"Very lucky," he said, pulling away slightly to look at her, his eyes full of love. He kissed her lightly, smiling against her lips. "There's...
"Please don't," she asked, grabbing his arm. Her voice was light and innocent. "Or I will never speak to you again."
He relaxed in her arms, kissing her neck lightly, his hand gentle as he lightly ran it up her side, careful for her injury. "Good, good. We've...
"I will annihilate everything in my sight, including Edolier. I will burn that place to the ground one day." She laughed. "And you were right. Ave...
"I know I'm extremely lucky. Finding someone like you? It's just... Wow. I'm just so lucky that I don't believe it sometimes."
"My nickname should be.. Hm.. Avice the Annihilator. I think it has a nice ring to it, don't you?" She looked up at him, her head tilted.
He kissed her deeply, grinning when he pulled away. "Do you believe in soulmates? I never really have, but if they do exist then I think you're...
"No, I like your name. It's a nice name," she said. "But we're talking about nicknames, here."
"Should I not be certain?" He raised an eyebrow at her, taking her hand.
"Because then the nickname gets too long, and nobody likes a long nickname, so they'll just refer to you as your normal name." She shrugged. "It's...
"Of course. I know you're the love of my life, so why not just go?" He sighed, leaning over to kiss her. "I don't mind hurrying."
"I see. 'The Polite One', huh? I thought you'd be more of 'The Worried One', y'know?" She playfully nudged him.
"Mm. That makes me feel like we're moving way too fast," he said. "We totally are, but that's fine, right?"
She stepped above deck, stretching as she finally reached sunlight. "Mm. Fine. Looks like I'm the polite one now."
He opened his eyes to look at her, and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "What are you thinking about?"
"But would you ask for it back?" She looked up at him. "Cause if not, then technically I have stolen it, and will probably have to give it back...
He sighed happily, silent after that. The quietness of the library soothed him, but the sound of the viola made it better.
"How do you think it's hot? I think it's cold. What if it was super cold? How about then?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I love you," he said, shutting his eyes. "A lot." (That's fine. I shall await your return!)
