lady_moon | Indy and Mike's Suite

Indy and Mike's Suite

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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"No, there's fur and sharp teeth instead," she points out haughtily to Indy. "I think those are worse."

Not that the unnamed puppy would eat Stampy.

As Mare and Mons had demonstrated, the tiny-phant was scary in her affectionate way.

"Talk away," Indy distractedly replies to Mike. His attention is locked on the rubber plant, which has now started to wobble quite violently. "Just quit suggesting names."

All of a sudden, the puppy breaks from the cover, tumbling onto the carpet, finding his feet, and galloping off towards the couch. He's pursued by the miniphant in all her diminutive ninja glory. Both of them look gleeful rather than fearful or angry.

"Stampy begs to differ," Indy chuckles to Moon.

"I've trained her well."

Says Mike with more than a bit of pride.

"And I wouldn't worry too much about her when the Yet-To-Be-Named Pup gets bigger. I mean, Stampy's managed not to get hurt with Raph living up here, and I'm pretty sure he's worse than the wolf will ever be. So there's that."

"Raph chews on things and does his business in the corner?" she asks Mike. "I might think about housebreaking him."

She's teasing.

Maybe.

While the two animals continue to race around the living room, Indy snickers. Digs at Raph never fail to be funny, and he's hopeful of an equally amusing comeback from Mike.

"You don't house break Raph. Raph break house."

Spoken like a true sage. Or...at very least someone familar with sage, and perhaps rosemary.

Moon giggles.

A lot.

"So Puppy and Raph together could equal quite a mess about the flat," she says, eyes sparkling.

Indy's chuckles mellow out in the wake of Moon's reply.

"I'm glad that prospect amuses you," he says.

"Mikey, tell the Loompas to take us off the housekeeping list. I think Moon's volunteering to clean house for us." He flashes Moon a grin. "I'm fine with it, long as she works naked."

"I'll see what I can do."

Mike shakes out his arms, cracks his neck, and then proceeds to gently massage his temples with his fingertips.

"One quick note to Bar and it'll all be set up."

He pauses.

"Moon? What would you say your size would be in...oh say a French Maid costume? If you're naked all the time, you'll need something to wear on Thursdays."

She first whaps Indy, then she whaps Mike.

"I don't clean!"

The naked thing doesn't bother her. She'd be happy if the bar allowed for a no clothes dress code. Clothing was binding!

Then she pauses, eyeing Mike sideways.

"And what's on Thursdays?"

Mike playfully attempts to block long after the thwap has hit home.

"Nothing, and that's kind of the point."

Indy looks vaguely surprised.

"I haven't told you about Thursdays?"

Beat.

"They've been temporarily on hold while Raph's been staying. He's not a big fan of public nudity."

"A male not a fan of public nudity? That's something I've not run across before," she says thoughtfully. "And only Thursdays? Why Thursdays? Was it arbitrarily chosen, or does it have some sort of significance?"

She taps her chin.

"I would have chosen Fridays, I think. Fridays are good for breaks."

Mike opens his mouth to respond...but he finds he can't.

"You know...I don't really remember why Thursday was chosen."

He looks mildly panicked about this. Forgetting the joke, while only remembering the punchline, well...that's something Donnie does!

"It's cause we could never quite get the hang of 'em," Indy reminds his roomie. "So we figured we'd just make 'em as uncomplicated as poss..."

"Oh shit!"

He breaks off as a floor lamp is slammed into (twice) by the chasing animals, and starts to topple towards the carpet. He's the nearest, so he makes a desperate lunge to save it...

...all in vain.

SMASH!

The lamp hits the floor, and the ornate glass shade shatters in quite spectacular fashion.

"Awww geez," Indy moans in the aftermath. "Why can we never have nice stuff?"

The little puppy comes running back to Moon's ankles and she promptly picks up the frightened animal.

All while giggling.

"Because, you're men. Men can't have nice things without breaking them. It's a good thing you're puppy is a boy. A girl would just go mad surrounded by you lot."

She knows Mel is about, so there is the female influence of Mel and Stampy but... they don't really count.

They've spent too much time with the boys.

"Stampy seems to do alright."

Mike says with a touch of defensive to his voice.

"She's a lady. Got a tutu and everything. Isn't that right girl?
...
Uh...Stampy? Stampy!"

But the little tooting ninja that could has vanished.
Mike turns towards Indy.

"You know she's hiding because you used the voice."

Indy is fairly positive that he doesn't have a 'voice', so he greets that accusation with a skeptical eyebrow.

"Sure she is. It's got nothing to do with the shockingly loud crash... or the glass shard deathtrap of a carpet she just created for herself."

Mike blinks at Indy, expression draining from his face.

"Oh so that's how it's going to be now, huh?"

"Uh... how what's gonna be?" Indy replies.

He's wearing the patented blank look that he keeps in reserve for Mike's brand of odd conversation.

Mike folds his arms across his chest.

"The glass shard deathtrap of a carpet that who just created for who's self? Two children were involved in that mess over there. Two."

Indy frowns.

"Your baby was harassing mine. It was hardly his fault. He was just looking out for himself. Natural self-preservation instincts and all that."

His eyes narrow.

"Are you saying that it's partially my fault when stuff gets destroyed during my escapes?"

Because that would clearly be ridiculous.

"Oh of course not, those trip wires totally had it coming. Heck, they practically jump out in front of you."

Indy fires a half-hearted glare at his buddy.

"I was actually referring to the warehouse in Morocco... and the Egyptian village... that Nazi freight plane... the Atlantean citadel... the Temple of Bast... and that airstrip in the Amazon..."

He pauses.

"Hm. It does sound kinda bad when they're listed all together like that."

"I believe you have made my point."

Says Mike with a sniff of smug.

"All I'm saying is that if there's damage in this apartment due to rough-housing, that everyone who rough-houses is responsible for it. Doesn't matter who starts it, the person who continues it is just as much to blame."

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