Olivia's frown increased as she saw him fluster, leaning closer to him. "Is it rude? Cause I didn't hear it from some other spanish dude who happened to walk by... what does it mean?" Oh she wanted him so much to say it but she knew she'd have a struggle on her hands. "Me gustan... that's I like right? And... tus... is your? Tetas grandes, grandes is like big right - tetas... tatas? Is that tits?!"
--- Because she was being such a pest, Nic knew that she was setting him up. This was exactly the kind of treatment that he knew would come his way if she knew any of his secrets. And while part of him wanted to lecture her and be stern and act like a teacher, he couldn't stop himself from bursting out laughing. "No!" he told her, swatting at her playfully with the hand that wasn't holding the wheel and his cigarette. "It means feet. I like your huge, gigantic, enormous, almost elephant size feet. They are giant and I like that about them. I imagine you stomping on cities and destroying the world."
--- Damnit he'd made her but at least he was laughing about it. A big grin spread on Olivia's face and she couldn't help but laugh back, swatting the very hand that swiped at her with playful pats. "I don't have big feet! Just cause they're bigger than your girly toes doesn't mean I have big feet!" She turned in her seat to face him properly. Ok to taunt him properly. "I'd destroy worlds just by taking my bra off above tall buildings. Or maybe like kissing them, blowing a kiss. Hip-bumping. You'd destroy them with Spanish grammar."
--- "I don't want to destroy the world!" he laughed, taking the last drag from his cigarette and throwing it out the window. "I want to help the world. And I used to do it, too. Or at least, I tried to." He was never really sure how much good he had ever accomplished, but Nic really hoped there had been some. Because with all the hurt and death that had happened, he needed to know some good came from it. Flexing his left hand, Nic frowned down at it. The scar was still there around his wrist, faint but findable.
Time for a better topic. "Miss Olivia, what do you want to be when you grow up? Before you destroy the world with your... various female talents, I mean."
--- "You can't help the world, you can only help people," she responded softly. He seemed a little sad and wistful and she felt she needed to assure him of something. "One at a time or a few in a group. So long as you make a difference to someone's life for the better that's a vast improvement and something to be proud of. I'm very certain that you've managed that at least once."
A slow genuine smile formed on Liv's lips as she thought about the future. Though the present kinda sucked she was hopeful that her talents - not the female kind necessarily - would help her get where she wanted to be. "I want to be a writer. I want to provide escape for those who tire of real life. I mean - real life's fine but I don't want to live here. I need another world. Everyone does sometimes. One where you don't exist, only characters who take your mind away."
--- Olivia was more right about her words than she would ever know. Because Lincoln had changed, and that had been because of Nic, and just that one thing made such a world of difference. It prevented so many deaths, Linc's included, and for that Nic was very thankful.
"When I was six, I wanted to be a luchador," he said with a sagely nod. "But then, my sister put me in a headlock, flipped me upside down and then dropped me into a puddle of mud. After that I decided what I really wanted to do was run around the backyard in a cape and a mask."
--- Olivia didn't know if she laughed more at the image of a tiny Nic running around a garden with a cape on, his sister owning his ass or that he had ever wanted to be one in the first place. Probably all three. "And do you still feed this odd fetish of yours?" she asked knowingly, arching a brow very suggestively. "If I went in your closet would I find a cape and a Zorro mask?"