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He didn't seem fazed. "Ms..." "I swear, Nico. I'd run you over with my car and I'm not shitting with you...." I trailed off when I heard him speak Italian into his earpod. He nodded after a while, stepping aside. "My name is not Nico. It's Gavin" He corrected. I didn't give two shits about the name. Nico meant Nicodemus to me. That name always sounded funny to me and so I gave it to clowns. No offence to people with such name.

"How about you give me a nickname too?" Dean rolled his eyes. "You… you’re a rogue." Damon raised an eyebrow, clearly unsatisfied with the response. "Come on, something else." He paused for a moment, then a playful smile curved on his lips as he casually suggested, "How about 'Darling'? It’s still a 'D' name, and you know, you've got the 'D' too." Dean’s face immediately turned beet red. His patience snapped, and without another word, he hit the hang-up button, leaving only a curt "Goodbye!" behind him.

Just a few steps away, the students began to murmur and whisper among themselves. Nicki was about to walk away when she heard some students greeting him. “ Good evening Prince Killian.” She halted on her track and turned around, only to find him staring at her with a dominant smirk dancing at the corner of his lips. “ Let's go, Alpha Prince.” The guy beside him, named Collins said with a bow. " W.T.F… is he the Alpha Prince? You're doomed Nicki!’

"Thank you for these Bible phrases, Li-an." "I'm sorry, Mother, but I won't answer to that nickname anymore," Gillian replied seriously. Her eyes mirrored her revulsion to the hateful nickname. "Oh, oh, I'm sorry, Gillian," Genova apologized profusely. "Thank you, Mother." Gillian kissed her mother's cheek. "Hmm, I think I'd like to be called Genevieve!" Ginny announced suddenly. "My nickname is too childish!" "We'll call you 'Jenny' again," suggested her grandmother.

"God, don't kill someone in front of me." "No worries, honey pie. Whoever I kill won't be some innocent soul." "Jesus, where do you get these nicknames from?" "Don't like it? I came up with it especially for you." "Well, it sounds like a nickname intended for girls. Cringy." "It's not for girls. It's specially for you. Or do you prefer I call you cupcake, muffin, sugar, little honey baby, darling, or my princesso?" "Please don't. They sound horrible."

“It depends on who you ask. I’ve come across Zander, Mr. Stone, Sandman, and Gargoyle. Mostly The Sandman.” “That’s priceless,” Al said. I slapped the table. “Excuse me, what the hell are you talking about, The Boogieman and The Sandman?” “We have our little street names. I embrace mine, while Zander, The Sandman, tends to hate his nickname,” Al explained. “Zander can make most breeds fall asleep, except for Demons.” “And people call you The Boogieman why?” I asked, not sure I wanted to know the answer.

He was glad she approved. “By the way, what sort of name is Day? Ouuu, please tell me that you have a twin named Night?” Her eyes twinkled with a mischievous light and Daykan was intrigued to see this side of her. “Ha-ha, very funny. It’s an ancient name from a practically forgotten language. My full name is Daykan Greystone.” “Wow, pretty fancy. Nice to meet you Daykan.” “You too Naomi. Now if you would follow me, I’ll take you to Susan so you can fill out the membership form.”

“Really? You can pronounce their names?” “Well, no. But I’ve done close approximations for them.” He handed his notebook over to me. There were rough sketches of the Masters with names next to each. Comfort, Unscathed, Dark Melody, Skull Face, Cheeser, Manly, Killdozer, Gamba and Bisquik. You had to hand it to Maurice, he put the time in. “Nice. I thought his Dad sounded more like Biscuit.” I handed the notebook back.

He grinned, smirking at her. “Remind me of your name again?” Abigail suddenly asked as she resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him. He frowned but still answered, “Gini…my name is Ginika, why?” “Oh, you should change your name to Gilman, because you sound a whole lot like him. If you have known me too well, you will know that I hate it when people tell me what to do. I give the orders. You hear me?” “I certainly do, miss.” Ginika laughed, before he added sarcastically, “Should I go and get my cradle so you will sing me a lullaby?” The amusement on the boy’s face made the heat in Abigail to turn red hot.

"I have an IQ of 145 and I’ve spent the last day staring at a concrete floor. My brain is eating itself. I need input. Since you won't give me a computer, you have to be my entertainment." "I am not a television." "You’re about the size of an IMAX screen," I counter. "Come on. Talk to me. Tell me about the Iron Wraiths. Who comes up with the names? Butcher? Saint? Did you guys brainstorm those over beers, or are they assigned by a sorting hat?" He slides the magazine back into the weapon with a definitive snap. "They are earned." "So you’ve done nothing to earn a nickname?" I ask. "Or is Kirill the noise people make when you strangle them?"