"Connections? What the heck is that supposed to mean?" Skye snarled,
growing hot from fear and the combined body heat of her and her attacker.
"You're asking so many questions. it's not a very appealing quality," he retorted as-a-matter-of-factly.
Skye opened her mouth to respond, but she could almost swear upon her life that she heard a sudden gasp from the gloom, and she could sense her pursuer's hair sweep against her cheek as he jerked his head around to see who was there.
After a few moments dragged by, she felt her assailant's grip loosen ever so slightly.
"So, you assume that I'm a total weirdo, and that's why you're so stiff?" A short pause overcame them, and she perceived that this man was gloating inwardly. "Do you mean to imply that you are intimidated by me?" he asked her eagerly.
"What do you want with me?" she questioned him a little too hastily.
"Aha. Trying to change the subject again, I see. Well two can play at that game. What's your name, anyway?"
"I'm not saying until you tell me yours."
"Nuh-uh, I asked you first!"
Skye rolled her eyes and struggled desperately against an almost irresistible urge to punch this player in the nose, but she groaned and mumbled through gritted teeth, "Skye."
"What was that? I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up, little girl - I can't hear you."
Skye knew all too well that this man was toying with her, but she was boiling over, a white-hot fury spilling onto every word she spat out, "Skye! My name is Skye!"
"There's no need to shout, you know," he spoke with an amused tone.
Skye growled then elbowed his stomach forcefully.
"So tell me your name now," she commanded.
"Tsk tsk, you're so short-tempered."
"Well, c'mon! Out with it!"
"You act as it you're desperate to know. Are you really that interested in me?"
"Ha, dream on."
"Well then, if you aren't interested, it's not necessary that I tell you."
"Hey, that's not fair!"
"Heh, do you honestly think I have once even thought about being fair?"
Skye listened as he chuckled softly to himself, the strength of his grasp increasing.
"You say that like it's something to be proud of."
"And you say it like it's bad to be proud of it."
Skye released an exasperated sigh. "Tell me your name," she ordered softly.
"What's the magic wo-ord?"
Skye clenched and unclenched her fists intolerably, digging her nails relentlessly into her palms and causing red, raw crescents of painful stinging to form. "Alright," she grumbled through pursed lips, "please?"
"Pretty please?"
Skye sealed her eyes shut as a low rumbling sound omitted from the base of her throat, then opened them once more. "Yeah, pretty please."
"Pretty please what?" His voice seemed high and haughty, as though he was taunting a simple-minded toddler.
In the real world, Skye chewed on her lower lip, carelessly drawing miniscule yet bitter droplets of blood. Had her character done this within "The World", the crimson liquid that now thinly coated her scowl would be missing, as she wished it were now. She inhaled impatiently once more as she grunted, "Will you 'pretty please' tell my your name?"
"That's better," he replied in a milky singsong voice.
"You're asking so many questions. it's not a very appealing quality," he retorted as-a-matter-of-factly.
Skye opened her mouth to respond, but she could almost swear upon her life that she heard a sudden gasp from the gloom, and she could sense her pursuer's hair sweep against her cheek as he jerked his head around to see who was there.
After a few moments dragged by, she felt her assailant's grip loosen ever so slightly.
"So, you assume that I'm a total weirdo, and that's why you're so stiff?" A short pause overcame them, and she perceived that this man was gloating inwardly. "Do you mean to imply that you are intimidated by me?" he asked her eagerly.
"What do you want with me?" she questioned him a little too hastily.
"Aha. Trying to change the subject again, I see. Well two can play at that game. What's your name, anyway?"
"I'm not saying until you tell me yours."
"Nuh-uh, I asked you first!"
Skye rolled her eyes and struggled desperately against an almost irresistible urge to punch this player in the nose, but she groaned and mumbled through gritted teeth, "Skye."
"What was that? I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up, little girl - I can't hear you."
Skye knew all too well that this man was toying with her, but she was boiling over, a white-hot fury spilling onto every word she spat out, "Skye! My name is Skye!"
"There's no need to shout, you know," he spoke with an amused tone.
Skye growled then elbowed his stomach forcefully.
"So tell me your name now," she commanded.
"Tsk tsk, you're so short-tempered."
"Well, c'mon! Out with it!"
"You act as it you're desperate to know. Are you really that interested in me?"
"Ha, dream on."
"Well then, if you aren't interested, it's not necessary that I tell you."
"Hey, that's not fair!"
"Heh, do you honestly think I have once even thought about being fair?"
Skye listened as he chuckled softly to himself, the strength of his grasp increasing.
"You say that like it's something to be proud of."
"And you say it like it's bad to be proud of it."
Skye released an exasperated sigh. "Tell me your name," she ordered softly.
"What's the magic wo-ord?"
Skye clenched and unclenched her fists intolerably, digging her nails relentlessly into her palms and causing red, raw crescents of painful stinging to form. "Alright," she grumbled through pursed lips, "please?"
"Pretty please?"
Skye sealed her eyes shut as a low rumbling sound omitted from the base of her throat, then opened them once more. "Yeah, pretty please."
"Pretty please what?" His voice seemed high and haughty, as though he was taunting a simple-minded toddler.
In the real world, Skye chewed on her lower lip, carelessly drawing miniscule yet bitter droplets of blood. Had her character done this within "The World", the crimson liquid that now thinly coated her scowl would be missing, as she wished it were now. She inhaled impatiently once more as she grunted, "Will you 'pretty please' tell my your name?"
"That's better," he replied in a milky singsong voice.