I don't own….
(Reader's POV)
The young man on the floor at first seemed confused, but then recognition flashed in his eyes before he replied solemnly, "I don't… have one…"
He looked away, who would love a nameless thing?
"Well we'll just have to give you one now, won't we?
He looked back to Fakir, whose smile was small, but genuine. Tears built up in his golden eyes, one almost escaping before a finger came to the rescue.
"Thank you…" he whispered, burying his head in Fakir's night gown.
"Soooo…. Jiji?"
"No."
"Danny?"
"No."
"Hunter."
"May-…No."
"Fuz?"
"Heck no!"
"Billy-bob-Joe-Frank-George?"
"Uh, excuse me?"
Sigh.
"This is getting nowhere fast."
Fakir was just about to scream in frustration; they had been going through name after name all morning and had no success in finding the perfect one.
Fakir huffed and settled his head on his hand, looking out the window.
……
Fakir was lost in thought, remembering a time when he brought Ahiru on date in her duck form. They had gone to see a famous ballet dancer and had gone to meet her and her partner whose name had been stuck on his favorite name list….
Fakir nearly smacked his head in exasperation: why hadn't he thought of it before?
"How about Lafael?"
"….."
A bone-crushing showed the newly-dubbed Lafael's happiness.
"I love it."
Note: Lafael is pronounced (LAH-Fa- Ale) or Raphael with an 'L' instead of an 'R'. KK? (I made this name up myself, no steal without permission.