Numesalquo and Silivren Scene - Argument 1

Silivren -         [sarcastic] Oh I bet the girls just fall begging at your feet over that stupid arrogant fa�ade�

Numesalquo - [Pissed off] Strange. I have never noticed such a fete.

Silivren -         [Playful grin, bumps arms jokingly] Come on, you know you're a bad liar�so, how many you had so far? 10�.20�.thousand?

Numesalquo - [Glares] I don't kiss and tell [Haughty expression]

Silivren -         [Winks, slightly flirtatious tone] I'll bet�

Numesalquo - [glare] You would, You'll bet on anything

Silivren -         [Smirks] Hey, ain`t nothing wrong with a little toying with fate now and again�

Numesalquo - [Disgusted look]

Silivren -         Come on, Numi! It's not like a little boom boom under the sheets with a chick now and then is bad�

Numesalquo - [Frustrated, yells] For God's sake, I don't like girls!!

Silivren -         [Loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong silence, warily] So�what do you like then?

Numesalquo - [Mutters] Swords� [Turns off, blushing]

Silivren -         [Stands for a while, turning things over in his mind before it dawns on him and he makes the connection�] Excuse me a minute [grins a minute before running off into the woods and doing some semblance to a victory dance] Numi`s gaaaaay, Numi`s gaaaaay! Wooo HOO!!!

Numesalquo - [Follows after Silivren, confused and slightly amused before he witnesses the ever famous victory dance. Raises an eyebrow as he watches] What the hell are you doing?

Silivren - p; [Freezes in movements as he hears the voice, sweatdrop, shocked] N...Numi? [curses silently] I was....err....I mean I am....erm.... [thinks up random thing] Doing a rain dance! Yes! I was doing a rain dance! see! [demonstrates, picks up a stick off the ground and shakes it around whilst dancing and singing] Rain, rain fall down on me, save me from my Nuuumi [rain cloud appears and he looks up, goes into shock and sweatdrops]

Numesalquo - [condescending yet shocked look]

[Skip to later that night and Numesalquo and Silivren huddled under a crudely made tent. Silivren sticks his head out, look up, gets wet]

Numesalquo - ...still there?

Silivren - p; [sigh] yup. [sticks head back in]

Numesalquo - ...its your fault.<

Silivren - p; shut up.

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