Swaerrik. "This isn’t exactly what I had in mind."
Swaerrik is my favorite name for them.FOUR FOR U, ANON COCO, U GO, ANON COCO.
"What do you mean?" Swizzle asked, not bothering to look at Aerrik as she unpacked the contents of her picnic basket. The disgruntled goblin sighed, gesturing to the fiery landscape of Hellfire Peninsula once Swizzle had completed her task and gave him her full attention. He then gestured at a few demons walking around in the distance.
"Well, when ya said ya wanted to go on a picnic ‘er whatever, I figured ya were gonna pick a place more… not this." Aerrik frowned.
"Oh…" Swizzle looked around. "I guess we could’ve gone to Pandaria, or to Northrend, or something, but this place is more-" She was interrupted by a distant scream. Aerrik gave her a look. "This place just makes me think of you, s’all."
"Of me, huh?"
"Yeah." Swizzle gestures to the gloomy landscape before them. "Kind of rough, no one seems to like it much. Has demons, fel magic, fire, yadda yadda." She picked up a cookie and turned around, gesturing to the vast view of space that was behind them. "But it has it’s moments where it’s really great and you can’t help but appreciate it for how nice and almost peaceful, almost, it can be."
Aerrik glanced over his shoulder, then at Swizzle. He gave a snort, giving her pigtail a tug and grinning slightly when she yelped.
"Yer weird." He said, grabbing a cookie and stuffing it in his mouth. Swizzle pouted as she scooted closer to him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"And you’re mean… but I still love you anyway."