-smirks a little, amused- I can call you Tinkerbell if you want, but I’ve got one Hell of a Peter Pan Complex so just don’t be some jealous faerie, and we’ll get along just fine, Tink. Also, I think that nickname is overused around here.
-tilts his head- You weren’t napping. You were nightmare—-ing…
I never get jealous so we’ll be good friends. I’m open to any nicknames. But I’ll never tell you my real name because it’s more fun that way.
-Gives him a stern look- No I wasn’t. -she stops writing to think- That’s how I sleep.
You are much to large to be birthed from a flower, but if that’s what you want to be called. I won’t judge. Some days I only answer to the same Garth, and Lupita so I get it.
Hey, screw you. I am a little fairy! Maybe you can call me Tinkerbell. So why are you sitting here? I was napping.
-squints trying to read her messy writing- Rumpelstiltskin.
Then my name is Thumbelina
-stares at the notebook- Oh, another mute. Do you guys just multiply like rabbits or something? Or is there some kind of factory that mass produces people with broken voice boxes? -chuckles to himself, not expecting her to really answer his questions. Grabs the notebook, and holds it out for her- There you go, kiddo.
-Snatches the notebook away quickly and begins to write on a blank page, still feeling uneasy- Who are you? -she scribbles and then adds- Your name.
-tilts his head, and lifts a brow- I don’t bite kid…. unless you’re into that kind of thing then I bite hard… but generally, I’m not going to like attack you or something.
-Notices his smile and kind demeanor. She’s frightened so she doesn’t move any closer but she points to her notebook sitting on the table, as if asking him to hand it to her so she’ll be able to communicate-
-shoves her feet off before plopping down on the couch. Puts her feet on to his lap, and pops an Reese’s Pieces candy into his mouth- That looked like one Hell of a nightmare. Are you okay? -offers her candy- Want some?
-Looks even more frightened as he sits down next to her. Her eyes wide with fear she moves away from him quickly-
-Wakes up from a nap on the couch, screaming and still shaken from a nightmare-
I… *bites his lip* I d-don’t know…I…I…I have t-to g-get away from him… *looks down at his hands and he starts shaking, looking really pale*
Why can’t you get away from him? -she asks curiously-