(Y/n)'s P.O.V
"Daniel please?" I asked, leaning up against my boyfriend's shoulder. "No." He said, not taking his eyes from the book he was reading. "Why not?" I asked, looking up at his green eyes. "Because I said so." Daniel said, momentarily looking at me before going back to his book. "Why are you stubborn?" I asked, getting a little irritated. "That's just the way I am Tisztelt*." Daniel said. I blushed a bit at the nickname, but that's not going to get me to stop pestering him.
"Please Danny." I said, going under his arm and resting my head on his chest. "I already said no (Y/n)." Daniel replied. "But why?" I asked batting my eyes. "I've already said that to, because I said so." Daniel said with an exasperated sigh.
"Pleeeeeeaaaasssssseeeeeee." I said, taking his book from his hands. "Nooooooooooooooooo." He said with the same whiny tone as mine. "Ugh! Why won't you teach me?!" I exclaimed. "Because I'm scared!" Daniel shouted. "Scared of what?!" I shouted back. "That you'll get hurt!" He yelled. "Wait, you're afraid that I'll get hurt? Daniel, you don't have to worry about me getting hurt, it's just archery. I know how to sword fight, which I'm pretty sure is more dangerous than learning archery." I said, placing my hand on his cheek. He sighed looking into my eyes with his gorgeous green orbs. "Fine." He said.
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*Tisztelt: Dear (Hungarian)
Wow, I'm such an inactive butt. -Rosa (Amestris)