As the vampire took the first drag of a cigarette and blew out smoke rings, Basil's nose wrinkled in disgust and she took a step back. Being a shifter, her sense of smell was incredible and cigarettes ranked high on the list of smells she preferred to avoid. Sometimes it felt like it clogged her senses, leaving her stuffed up like she had allergies. At least they were outside and with the light breeze picking up here and there, Basil was able to move to the side and find a spot where the smoke was less likely to bother her.
She gave a light laugh about Nocturne's hobbies. "What doesn't he do would be the shorter answer. He likes to try his hand at pretty much everything. But gymnastics and martial arts have always been big for him." She wasn't sure what kind of martial arts specifically or even if he did gymnastics regularly still since they weren't in constant communication but they did seem to be some of his more preferred activities.
At the rapid fire questions, Basil laughed again. "I'm not sure about his favourite colour or number, but really? His name is Nocturne, do you really think he needs an embarrassing nickname? Also, it's Nocturne. Do you think anything embarrasses him? I know he loved Winnie the Pooh tales as a kid and he has the nickname of Tigger from his gymnastics but he likes the name." If he did have other nicknames, she didn't know them but Basil stood by her belief that Nocturne wouldn't be embarrassed by a name. She knew from her own experiences that you had to own your name and make it yours. She didn't let anyone try to take it away from her with insults.
"And what is your name, vampire?" Basil asked just before the scarf was commented on. She frowned and a hand went to her neck to stroke the scarf. The compulsion to hand it over was strong, just like speaking so freely about a man that was extremely guarded. But she didn't want to do it, couldn't. "The scarf isn't mine to give," she finally stated, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She didn't own the handmade item, which meant she really shouldn't have been wearing it either but she couldn't just give it to someone else. "Nocturne made it and forgot it the last time he visited."
She gave a light laugh about Nocturne's hobbies. "What doesn't he do would be the shorter answer. He likes to try his hand at pretty much everything. But gymnastics and martial arts have always been big for him." She wasn't sure what kind of martial arts specifically or even if he did gymnastics regularly still since they weren't in constant communication but they did seem to be some of his more preferred activities.
At the rapid fire questions, Basil laughed again. "I'm not sure about his favourite colour or number, but really? His name is Nocturne, do you really think he needs an embarrassing nickname? Also, it's Nocturne. Do you think anything embarrasses him? I know he loved Winnie the Pooh tales as a kid and he has the nickname of Tigger from his gymnastics but he likes the name." If he did have other nicknames, she didn't know them but Basil stood by her belief that Nocturne wouldn't be embarrassed by a name. She knew from her own experiences that you had to own your name and make it yours. She didn't let anyone try to take it away from her with insults.
"And what is your name, vampire?" Basil asked just before the scarf was commented on. She frowned and a hand went to her neck to stroke the scarf. The compulsion to hand it over was strong, just like speaking so freely about a man that was extremely guarded. But she didn't want to do it, couldn't. "The scarf isn't mine to give," she finally stated, eyes narrowing ever so slightly. She didn't own the handmade item, which meant she really shouldn't have been wearing it either but she couldn't just give it to someone else. "Nocturne made it and forgot it the last time he visited."
