"Pinky? Who the heck is Pinky? I know you aren't calling me that," the young girl, probably around 13-15, snarkily spat as she took a step closer to me and shook her fist in aggravation.
"I mean, what else am I gonna call you? I may recognize your Logo, but that's about it. I've never been good with names, so I basically give everyone a nickname instead; thus, you, Miss Healer, are Pinky." It was total bullshit on my part, I knew who she was, and the fact that I mentioned she was a healer was proof enough.
A-Class Healer Piniki, given her name was Somoan, it was safe to assume she was from the western islands of the United States. Also, the reason I had called her Pinky was that I knew it would annoy her.
As one of the top American healers in the USAHA, Piniki was relatively well known; if not for her bright-ass pink outfits, then it was for her fiery temper, instilling her heritage further in my mind.
