Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: Glad/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin.
"Well, wait, I didn't mean it like that." Raavi snickered, covering her smiling face with a paw. She paused for a long moment about his question, glaring at him awkwardly.
"Um, Conavin..." she whispered, heading to the graveyard.
"I think Slick is his real name, not a nickname. I'm like, one-hundred percent sure that his parents named him that." For some reason, she found herself stifling some laughter. She never realized how silly Slick's name seemed until Conavin pointed it out to her.
I mean, his parents just decided to name him that? Without any other consideration, it was just: "Yeah, let's name our son Slick!". Wow, that's pretty sad. Raavi wondered how her friend would react to the information, and kept on her way to the graveyard.
Slick the Slickest Slipper of Slickness. (Or just Slick.)/ Brenton/ Intermediate Thieves Guild Member/ Mood: Feeling Hot as the Sun Like Always, Baby!/ Male/ 18/ Tags; None.
Slick have his empty bottle to the bartender, (forgot his name) and bought some food. As he munched on his snack, he walked back into the main room. He walked into the lock pick training facility, and began working. If he had to say which sneak skill he was best at, it had to be lockpicking. Now, unlike Raavi, he stunk at pick-pocketing. He wondered for a moment how many times Kinair had took some gold from a passerby's pockets just to show off for him.
Then again, how times had
he showed off his amazing flirting skills to her why they were hanging out?
That was a real question. He took his tools in his hands and started to concentrate, working on one of the more complex locks. He was sure he would get to the expert one in almost no time at all.