Indy and Mike's Suite

[lady_moon]

Moon comes to the door, her arms fully of three-week old grey-brown fluffness and knocks.

Mare is by her side, eyes moving between the door and the puppy. The puppy, it should be said, looks like he is not two weeks old, but more like six. He's big and alert and quite happy, squirming in Moon's arms.

She'd promised Indy the puppy, and when she'd seen the little boy among the litter, she'd known this guy was the one meant for Indy.

Moon waits with a big smile on her face, giggling quietly as the puppy licks her chin and nips playfully on occasion.

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[mnt_mike]

"...and so it was so cold, I contracted gonorrhea just for the burning sensation!"

Stampy looks blankly up at her Daddy. Eventually she blinks, and shifts her weight nervously.

"What? That's funny! Come on...that's like, A LIST material right there!"

The miniphant still does not laugh, and not just because she's incapable of doing so.

"Bah, you know in my day we knew funny when we heard it, why..."

But his tirade about the golden age of Adam Sandler comedy is cut short by a knocking at the front door.

"Don't you go anywhere, we're not done yet."

The moment he's out reach Stampy bolts and hides behind her favorite rubber plant.

"Whoooo isssss iiiiiiiiit?"

He calls, before actually getting to the door.

[lady_moon]

Moon holds a little tighter to the wriggling puppy.

"Umm... Moon... and Mare... and companion?" she calls at the door. "I bring temporary gifts of affection?"

[mnt_mike]

"Oooh! Beauiful women offering gifts of affection?"

He opens the door with a flourish. Admittedly, it's a very dorky flourish.

"How ever could I say....no?
...
PUPPY!"

[lady_moon]

The puppy yips shrilly, squirming more at seeing the NEW PERSON OMG NEW PERSON!

Moon struggles for a moment, then holds the puppy out at Mike.

"I think he wants to say hello to you," she says with a hrumph.

[mnt_mike]

Mike's entire vocabulary has been reduced to one, and only one thing.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

His expression, on the other hand, is a bit more...well, expressive. It reads thusly:

PUPPYGREATGOOGLYMOOGLYPUPPYCanIholdHim?PUPPYPUPPYPUPPY!

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy's tousled, bleary head appears round his bedroom door.

"Hey. I thought this was quiet time," he grunts.

"Some people are trying to nap here."

[lady_moon]

Moon is giggling, cause she thinks Mike is amusing and cute and how could she not let him hold the very anxious, eager puppy?

"Here," she says, passing the puppy over into Mike's hands. "He's still a baby, though."

Mare is keeping his eyes on the puppy and the squeeing man.

After all, he'd never seen a squeeing adult male human before. It was... interesting.

Moon peers around Mike and gives Indy a cute wave, wrinkling her nose. "I brought your puppy to visit, but I think you'll have to wait until Mike is done with him."

[mnt_mike]

Now that Mike has the puppy the squee'ing has stopped, or at least it's been toned down a whole lot.

When Moon informs Indy that he'll have to wait until Mike is done with the puppy, Mike turns and sticks his tongue out at Indy.

"You snooze, you loose valuable puppy time. Isn't that right? Yes it is! Yes it is!"

It should be noted that Mike's never really seen a puppy this close before. They used to have a nasty habit of barking at him.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy squints at the bundle of gray in Mike's arms.

"My puppy?"

He gives Moon a quizzical look. Which quickly fades.

"Oh right. My puppy.

He scratches his cheek and adopts a very dry tone.

"And you gave him to Mike. The most over-nurturing over-coddling parent in the history of... pets, babies... and young things."

"My boy's off to a great start."

[lady_moon]

Moon steps inside with Mare at her heels, his eyes still on Mike.

"Well, in this progressive world, with same-sexed parents and such, you should be happy your son will grow up to tolerate such diversity," Moon says smartly as she crosses over to give Indy a hello kiss. "He's two weeks old now. Mons was more willing to let the puppies out of her sight."

She giggles.

"He needs a name."

[mnt_mike]

"Oh don't listen to Mister Grumpy-Pants. We're not going to let him rain on our parade are? Oh no we're not! OH no we're not!"

He's brought back to the here and now by the mere mention of the word NAME.

"South Dakota Smith!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy slips his arm around Moon and blatantly ignores Mike's suggestion.

"He does need a name. I think I'm gonna have to get to know him and judge his personality first though."

"You got any ideas so far, from the time you've spent with him?"

[lady_moon]

Moon settles happily against him.

"I tend to name things after heavenly bodies," she says. "Like... Rigel... Polaris... Merope... or Dorado."

She eyes the grey-brown puppy.

"Rigel is nice. But I'm a moon-girl," Moon says with a giggle and looks up at Indy. "So my choices are... unusual."

[mnt_mike]

"Mmmm. Yeah, maybe not so much a South Dakota. I mean, for one you're far warmer than South Dakota. What about...South Carolina? You could be South Carolina Smith? Nahh, that's a girl's name. OH I know! Chet! You could totally be a Chet!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Not bad names," Indy say to Moon. And then, with a long suffering sigh, he marches over to Mike and holds his hands out.

"He's not a Chet... or a sound effect... or a Random State Common Surname."

Sternly, "hand over the puppy."

[mnt_mike]

Mike's smile falls.

"Does this mean that Smeeeesh is out of the question too?"

Dejected, Mike hands the puppy over.

[lady_moon]

"Smeeeesh? What sort of name is that?" Moon asks, making her way to the boys. "It sounds like the sound toes make with petroleum jelly between them. That's no name for a puppy."

She tickles the puppy's feet so he squirms in Indy's hands.

"And Chet sounds like what someone does when they sneeze."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy chuckles gently.

"Smeeesh is the sound someone makes when they crash through a window," he reveals, handling the puppy adeptly, even with the bonus squirming. "In comics."

"And Chet's is the name of Raph's favorite pizza shop." As well as every other Italian run shop in their New York.

"Both very bad names."

[mnt_mike]

In theory, Chet is also the name of anyone male in New York that doesn't move fast enough.

"You're one to talk..."

His eyes narrow.

"...Junior."

[lady_moon]

Moon is quiet and thoughtful for a minute.

"Well," she finally says. "Since you named yourself after your dog, maybe you should name the wolf after you?"

See?

She's helpful!

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy narrows an eye at Mike, but he's distracted by Moon before a comeback can be mustered. Calming his wriggling pup once more, he squinches his face at her.

"Another Indiana? Or Henry Jones the Third?"

[mnt_mike]

"Junior Jr."

Mike offers helpfully. Well it's a very smug version of helpful anyways...

[lady_moon]

She nods at Mike.

"What he said."

Cue the cute grinning.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Cue the exaggerated unimpressed scowling.

"No."

He pulls the puppy to his chest protectively and wanders into the living room.

"Don't worry, lad. I won't let those two conspirators give you a crappy name. And I promise I won't invite Aunt Alanna's input either."

[mnt_mike]

Comparing Mike's naming ability to that of Alanna? Oh...oh them's fightin' words right there.

Mike turns to Moon, his face all aglow with mischief.

"I really am going to teach that puppy the words to Henry the Eighth I am you know that right?"