"War, I need to ask you something."
"I told you to stop calling me War," he replied, frowning at me. "My name is Kaizen. You were calling me that for a full week."
"Yeah! Until I was told what it means around here!" I snapped at him, turning my body to really get in his face. "You tricked me into it! All to put some weird claim on me. You freaking weirdo."
"I told you that I wanted you," he grumbled, sulking now.
Have you ever seen a six-foot-seven man with a massive chest and arms bigger than my head sulk? I sure haven't. Not until I got here. And I hate how adorable it is.
"What do I gotta do to get ya to call me by my name again, Mischief?"
Damn, that southern accent...
"Okay look," I said, huffing out most of my irritation. "I... will call you Kaizen — only when we're alone!"
