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she doesn't immediately yell at him which he takes as encouragement, even if she doesn't stop walking. okeanos picks up his pace to follow her, a puffy, overly large shadow. a friendly smile curves his mouth as she speaks, amusement bubbling from his voice. "silly, that can't be a nickname, it gots too many sylly-abels," he explains, "like my name is oke-anos but everyone just calls me 'oke' 'cause its shorter. i'll call you princess if ya want, though," he adds, then quickens his pace 'til he's walking beside her. "so whatcha doin'?"