Oh my. Writer's block is quite a pain.
"Why do you call yourself Franky?"
"Because Cutty Flam is just stupid."
It wasn't that it was stupid... sort of. It was what his parents, his no-good-bastard-bitch-shitty-moronic-asshat-parents, named him. So naturally, he decided that he hated it.
Besides, Franky had a much more super ring to it.
"Franky... Franky... yes, I suppose it does."
"Heh, see?"
Robin hated and embraced her name.
"Nico. Robin. I think they go nicely together."
"Thank you, Franky."
Nico was her family line, the family line that was already down to one single woman. They were prestigious archaeologists, not some nameless nobles that the few people with surnames claimed to be descended from. They had history in their blood. It was the blood that Robin protected in her veins, to dutifully carry down in future generations.
Nico Robin was the name that so many people in the world spoke of with disgust and hatred. Nico Robin? Che, let's hunt her down! Oi, check out that bounty. Nico Robin, eh? Damn bitch doesn't deserve to even exist!"
It was the name she once wished to be rid of, in a fit of desperation and anger.
"Nicoooo Robin. Nico Robeeeen."
"Mm?"
"It's fun to say. You try it!"
"No, that's quite alright."
But maybe, names didn't have to come with such burdens.
"So what if I called you Cutty Flam, hm?"
"... No, Franky sounds much better."
"Very well, Franky."
"Super!"
And maybe a smile to go with it, too.