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Name: Lydia<br/>
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Age: 21<br/>
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Date/Time: Saturday, July 31 | 14:00 PM<br/>
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Location: <br/>
Villa<br/>
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Wearing: <br/>
A pale, baby blue, short sleeved, lacy shirt with frills at the end of each sleeve, as well as the bottom of the shirt. Blue Jean shorts that end right above the middle of her thighs, which is held in place by a brown, leather belt. She is also wearing a pair of brown, leather sandals that have been used for many years and a simple pair of pearl earrings. <br/>
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Tagging:<br/>
<b>Liam</b> <a class="username" data-user-id="6055" data-username="Dragongoddess" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6055/">Dragongoddess</a> </span><br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>An awkwardness filled Lydia when the newest contestant did not take her offered hand and she moved it away from him with a nervous, breathy chuckle. Instead she grabbed it with her other and rubbed it before she turned back to the attire she’d chosen for the next day. It appeared he didn’t have very many manners and Lydia inwardly wanted to scold him, but she held her tongue for once. She started to reach for the baby blue bikini top to fold it, but stopped when he introduced himself. Turning her attention back towards him, the young woman perked up when he told her the nickname he possibly wanted to be referred to by.<br/><br/>“Liam, hm?” A mischievous grin formed as he leaned towards him, her hands held behind her, and she tilted her head to the side. “I wonder how many nicknames I could make out of that. No, I won’t do that. That would be mean of me.”<br/><br/>Looking up at him from the floor, she added, the sweet smile returning with a sparkle of excitement in her eyes, “I have a nickname, too, but my friends usually call me th…” Lydia trailed off and her brows creased, suddenly remembering Yami’s words. Her lips pressed together and her hands had moved back to their spots in front of her chest. She shuffled her feet in her spot and fiddled with her hair, at war with herself on whether or not she should really tell him the nickname she went by. “Ah...but Yami told me not to say it…” Her eyes glanced between William’s face and his shoes, completely missing the fact that he’d stepped closer to her. “But you already told me yours, so maybe it will be alright…?”<br/><br/>Blinking, the brunette stopped her inward spiral, deciding to tell him anyway. It was only fair, right? William had told her his nickname, so surely he wouldn’t mind knowing about hers. Holding her breath for a few beats in hesitation, Lydia blurted out quickly, “A few of my friends call me Sweets..! One of the men downstairs, Yami- the one in the leather jacket- told me not to tell other people because it could be used in a different context.” Her shoulders slumped as she let out a sigh, feeling her cheeks grow warm. “I’m just not sure what he meant by that… I don’t know how a nickname could be used in any way other than what it is- a nickname.”<br/><br/>Her fingers then messed with the hem of her shirt as she prattled on, continuing to be ever the chatterbox, “From what my friend told me, she calls me that because I’m too nice to people and I really love eating sweets.” A nervous chuckle came from her as she added, looking up at the man, “My favorites are chocolate chip cookies.”<br/><br/>Tilting her head up to meet his gaze, her hands lightly gripped the end of her shirt and she asked, “What about you, Liam? Do you have a favorite sweet or do you prefer bitter things?”