<font color='#F8F8FF'>“Bwa... bwahaha! Mwah! Ehhehehe! Heh! Peh heh neh weh fehfeh! Neenerfalderalderoo!” She sounded like a winded elephant by now. But the chortling eventually died down, and Okkie caught her breath. She wiped a tear from her eye and the urge to break into another round of howling laughter gnawed at her belly. But she restraind it. Kept her cool. That is, if she ever had any to begin with. Cocoa pendragon peered over to Zet, whom had taken a seat on the sand. She looked confused. Okkie momentarily felt sorry for her, and the winged predator slunk over to her counterpart on toned legs. Upon reaching her, she sank to her bum in the sand, folding legs Indian style. “I love monkeys. They are the shit. Second only to... us.”</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font color=#cccccc face=verdana size=1>"So I take it you've grown somewhat fond of me?" she asked. Yes, Seizetsu went from talking like a ditz to having a somewhat-intelligent dialect in seconds. Maybe it was a form or bipolairty (new word. Bah xD); Or maybe it was just the way she was. The latter. As she was awaiting a reply from the cocoa female, Zet drew strange designs in the sand, humming a tune unknown to anyone but herself. She liked it that way. It might have made her seem insane, but she didn't mind. Just another thing that no one would ever know..</font></font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>“Oohhh, yes. If you had a doohickey I’d konk you right now, oh sexy woman.” -- She almost said that, but politely refrained. “Ahm. I’unno?” Okkie then remembered that this was Ramath-lehi and that she was a pendragon and what the hell she wasn’t supposed to know what monkeys were so she blinked and said: “What are monkeys? Are they some sort of made-up creature that comes in plushie form?” Okkie went all shifty-eyed.</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font size=1 color=#cccccc face=verdana>Forget the meaning of life, these two femme pendragons were pondering the meaning of monkey. "'Dunno. Maybe they're.. food! I like food." Seizetsu blinked. And again. That conversation went nowhere fast. Thinking quickly, she changed the subject to something that would hopefully last longer. "Okkiedear, are you into music much?" Yes, Okkiedear. That would be what Seizetsu called the cocoa female from now on. Or whenever she remembered.</font></font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>Okkie’s eyes had strayed down to her shorts. She pretended to be wondering what the monkey heads on them were all about. Only when Zet called her ‘Okkiedear’ did the femme fatale blink and look up. “What the hell did you just call me...?” It was asked in a rude ’n crude tone, but ’Kie was more amused than disgruntled. Once again, she had to bite back the urge to laugh out loud. “Because my name is Okkiebean. Not Okkiedear.” Chiseled skull nodded sagely, and then Okkie remembered that Seizetsu had asked her a question. What was it about again? Oh, yes. Music. Zet wanted to know if the winged youth enjoyed music. “Um... I sure do. Whyfor do you asketh?”</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font size=1 face=verdana>Pink tongue stuck out of smoky mouth before Seizetsu retorted, <B>"I wanna call you Okkiedear. Okkiebean.. doesn't sound so good when I say it. Look:"[/b] she made a stupid face by twisting her features before she went on to say, "Okkiedeeeear." And yes, she stretched out some of the nickname to prove her point. After she was finished with that, Zet went on to other matters. The music. Oh yes. "Why did I ask? I 'unno. Just wondering. I like music. It's my.. passion? Well, not my first passion.." a wink followed that bold statement.</font></font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>Blue oculars rolled. Okkie had had her fair share of stupid nicknames. This one was just as moronic as the other 1051515695. “Fine then, beesh. Be that way.” Spiced fingers trailed through the soft sands idly, and ’Kie curled slinky tail into her lap. She began to twist and plait the little ticked furs, but the young femme bored of this quickly. Ears flicked as she peered up and down the beach, and then cobalt orbs landed upon Seizetsu. “I’m going to pretend that was just a random eye spasm and that I’m stupid and that I have no idea what you just implied.”</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font color=#cccccc face=verdana size=1>Although Okkie's last statement slightly puzzled Seizetsu, she didn't let it show. No need. Instead she said, "I wasn't implying anything, really. Just inane rambling." She paused for a moment and tilted her head as a small grin passed upon her features. "One of the few thing's I'm good at, as I'm sure you could agree." Leaving little else to say, Zet closed her eyes and let her upper body fall freely backwards. A sound similar to "oof" was emitted from her mouth as she hit the soft and warm sand. Opening crimson oculars once more, one smoky arm was brought up, and one finger pointed at the cloud-filled sky. Not the bad kind of clouds; the puffy and fluffy kind that look like things. Thinking for a moment, she blurted out, "That one looks like the front of a thing."</font></font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>The lounging Okkie listened to Seizetsu’s rambling with a keen ear. No replies came from chiseled maw, because, really, the banded femme had nothing to add to this conversation that was going nowhere fast. But, then, Zet pointed a faded finger at the clouds, and ’Kie looked up with flaring azure eyes. “I think it looks like the back of a thing, personally...”</font>
<font color='#CCCCCC'><font size=1 color=#cccccc face=verdana>Crimson orbs fixated on the sky above, Zet's voice sounded almost robotic as she asked, "What about the sides of a thing?" A valid question. If both the females had stated that the cloud looked like the front and back of a thing, only the sides were left. But what was this thing? Seizetsu pondered this for awhile.</font>
<font color='#F8F8FF'>“No. Not the front. Not the sides. The back. Definitely the back.” This was all said in a mischievous voice, for Okkie was simply trying to oppose the foolish Seizetsu. Truth be told, all she saw were clouds... On any other day, she would have seen Orincs and Seminolfs and... those goddamn MONKEYS... But, today, the caramel pendagon just wasn’t very imaginitive. “Just fluff rolling on by...”</font>
