<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Vivianna Lawson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=131094.msg5824390#msg5824390)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Mark's Front Porch<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Day 2, afternoon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Amber, Mark<br/><br/>(http://i221.photobucket.com/albums/dd315/Kali_83/V42-1.jpg)</div><br/>With the bunny comment, Vivi's jaw dropped. She quickly closed it and looked down as Amber stammered to explain herself. Vivi's face was now a deep mauve color and it was spreading to her chest. She was mortified! Well? This is exactly what she is talking about! This very damn behavior, V!<br/><br/>Her Master laughed. LAUGHED! She wanted to crawl in a hole and die! She couldn't look at either of them right now. And then he was speaking to her.<br/><br/>Vivi visibly shrank from the situation and stared, once more slack jawed, between both of them. What was going on? Was Amber actually going to be punished? Oh no! Because of her? You can't! She wanted to shout. She opened her mouth to defend the girl, but caught Master's eyes. He wanted her to be honest and the thought of lying to him made her feel physically sick. She put a hand to her stomach while she mulled over the situation. She clearly needed to think a bit more on this before she answered.<br/><br/>What exactly<em>were</em>her feelings on the nickname? Why had she had that particular reaction? She wanted so badly to make a good impression. In the moment she'd felt that Amber was making fun of her, judging her the way her parents had so often, the way a boss or zealous church member does. But had she really? They had just been connecting and people that connect don't immediately insult each other. Right? No, but they<em>do</em>joke with each other. Maybe it was a joke? So now she was the butt of a joke?<br/><br/>Wait, what was she doing? She was getting ready to sentence someone to punishment for being judgmental when it took judging on her part to come to such a conclusion. How hypocritical was that? No, this girl with the beautiful hair that Vivi wanted desperately to run fingers through, deserved more than that. The blush had been fading from Vivi's chest and now it was leaving her face. A soft pinkness remained. She stared up at her Master and answered him honestly.<br/><br/>"Well I<em>am</em>skittish. If the shoe fits..." She managed a soft grin. "I don't think she meant it to be offensive so, therefore, I am not offended. I appreciate you asking my opinion, Master." Those large brown eyes shifted back to her hands in her lap, his own eyes were far too intense to hold.