Tales of the Demititans

"Ok, how about...Toby for a boy?"
"Veto." Lillith said from her desk, hunched over her homework as her fiancé, Paris, attempted not to burn the pizza. "How about...Bridgette?"
"Veto. Harley."
"I think that's one of our cousins names... Veto."
"We're never going to figure this out if we veto everything the other says." Paris said, getting the pizza out of the oven with his bare hands.
"In my defense, you named yourself Pallason, son of Pallas."
"Ok, that was an ok name! They have Johnson, Jameson, Harrison. Pallason is a perfectly legit name. Plus, Paris was pretty creative."
"You choose it because of the stories. You wanted me to be Helen." Lillith said matter of factly. "And we were 7."
Paris groaned, cutting up the pizza. He grabbed to plates from their cluttered pantry, maneuvering around the floor to reach Lillith, passing piles of clothes, other dishes, fast food bags, etc.
"You got Lillith from that one story. About the muses. And trust me babe, you're no muse."
"Say it again Pallason, I'll bust this ring against your jaw." Lillith said pissily, eyes flashing red in challenge. Paris had become accustomed to this by now, Lillith trying to get through college.
"Who is it this time? Barnhart?"
"No, Dell. Insufferable prick. He's making my class write this term paper in 2 days. I swear, I almost over charged on the amount of people pissed off at him."
"I know," Paris said knowingly, kissing her temple before standing up. "I'll leave you to it. Don't forget to eat this time, ok? And at some point, we should clean a little."
"I know, I know...thanks Paris..."
"Anything for the future Mrs.Pallason."
"We're changing your last name before we get hitched."
"Octavius?"
"Veto."
"Love you."
"Love you too, now go away or I'll hold up to that promise." She said, making a fist with the ring on the end, shaking it menacingly.

Notes

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