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She had visibly startled slightly when the chair next to her had suddenly moved, since she hasn’t been looking directly at Olivier then, before the nan settled down on his new seat adjacent to Nao. His teasing voice carried over perfectly from there, and as a new pet-name variation floating from his lips Nao couldn’t help but wonder just how many options did Ollie had available.
After all aside from hanii or the more commonly know darin—both adopted from the English line too—the few available options to her were fit for a married couple… which was a very distantly far cry from what they currently were. "U-Uun…" She listened as Ollie made some math guesses as to the total time the grocery field trip would take for
"Any ideas on how to kill em, the time that is."
"A-Ah, would you like to see the garden…!"
Her pitch had raised a notch or so as she spoke, Nao still very conscious that her cheeks were burning up in embarrassment as she finally turned to look at Ollie… though she certainly avoided a direct glance into his eyes. Twenty minutes had never felt like such a long amount of time for Nao until now, the woman unconsciously nursing the glass of water in her hands as she awaited a reply.
Ochits’ke, Nao!