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Drago
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Jay raised a hand to his face, rubbing his forehead, "If you intend to play mind or word games, you should play with someone unlike I. If you don't wish to share your name it's fine." He looked her square in the eye, not showing an ounce of any emotion, "After all, it is just a name. If you'd like..." He paused, then took a few steps closer to her, "I could come up with my own name for you." He drew nearer, step by step, "Perhaps something to do with books. A name that recommends intelligence" He continued to stare at her as she wrote in her book, "Or perhaps one regarding the color of your hair. Odd how much that affects a name. Perhaps something like Raven." By then he stood directly in front of her, so close that the heat of his breath and the faint aroma of the rose could be smelt. His red eyes still stared directly into her own. Then, without hesitation, he reached down and tried to grab the book from her hands, curious to see what was so fascinating about the parchment. Though it seemed a foolish attempt. I should have put in the effort to learn how to read... he thought vainly to himself.