She smiled almost shyly at him and stood up, pushing back a curl. "Why wouldn't I want to be called that?"
He shrugged, tossing the sheets into the bed carelessly. "I don't know. Some people just don't like it, so I was checking," he said smoothly, looking at her as he gathered the pillows. "But now I know I can call you that, so that's good."
She grinned at him, throwing a pillow at him playfully. "As long as you know my name," she said. "Then I'm okay with whatever you call me."
He caught it, dropping the others in the process. "How could I forget a name as lovely as yours?" he asked with a smirk, raising an eyebrow as he picked them all up.
"Ha, remember when I accused you of forgetting my name?" she asked as she bent down to gather up the remaining fort materials. "When we were heading to the Caedis headquarters?"
"I do, and I proved to you that I didn't forget. I don't forget names that easily," he said, putting it all on the bed. (Except for the Mr. Garfield incident)
She shook her head with disbelief. "I wasn't really sure I liked you when I first met you, you know," she said thoughtfully. (We don't talk about that)
"It was the same for me, but I started getting used to you after you showed the Aurora Borealis." (LASAGNA)
"Oh wow," she said, leaning back against the wall. "I almost forgot about that." She bit her lip thoughtfully, her arms crossed over her ribs. "It's hard to believe that that was about a week and a half ago."
"Yeah. It's weird. So are the events in between." He brushed back his hair subconsciously. "I would never have expected any of this, back then."
"I'm not making any promises, Craw," she teased as they exited his room. "Maybe I'm just a thrill seeker."
"Okay, then next time I'll break my leg and see how much you like thrill-seeling then," he shot back, closing the door. "No kidnapping."
"Ach, the things I do for you," she said, shaking her head with mock annoyance. "Back when I was by myself, I could get kidnapped all I wanted and I wouldn't have anyone to answer to."
"You've already attempted to kidnap me twice," she said, gazing up at him affectionately. "And both times I've managed to get out before there's too much unpleasantness." She shrugged smoothly, and grinned at him. "Besides, I think that your idea of a kidnapping is something along the lines of 'Poppy, let's sleep in a pillow fort.'" She nudged him playfully as they walked. "I'm not saying that isn't absolutely lovely, but I wouldn't really call it kidnapping."
"It's the only threat I have, because there's nothing else I can do besides steal you away and keep you in my room to build pillow forts." He grinned. "It's a kidnapping in my eyes."
"And it's very scary," she said, nodding with mock seriousness. "I'm shaking. But again, as we have previously discussed, I can only be kidnapped if you can catch me."
"I can't," he whined, making his voice sound sad. "I'm injured terribly, so I can't exert the force into catching you."
