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]

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

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

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

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."

[lady_moon]

"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."

[mnt_mike]

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!

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"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?"

[lady_moon]

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.

[mnt_mike]

"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."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

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."

[mnt_mike]

Mike blinks at Indy, expression draining from his face.

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

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"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.

[mnt_mike]

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."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

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.

[mnt_mike]

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

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

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."

[mnt_mike]

"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."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"That sounds like a rule of Splinter's house. Not mine."

Indy wrinkles his nose resignedly.

"But... I guess you're right."

[mnt_mike]

Mike's eyes go wide.

...

He....he's turned into...HIS FATHER!

Stunned into silence, all he can do is nod.

[lady_moon]

Moon is over in a corner with the still unnamed puppy and giggles, tickling the little one's feet.

"Your Papa and your Uncle are missing screws," she giggles. "Yes, they are. And I don't think you'll find those screws in a junk drawer around here. Knowing them, they've used those essential screws to haphazardly repair a refrigerator magnet."

Her eyes sparkle with deep amusement as she looks between Indy and Mike. Never a dull moment around the two of them!

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Moon's voice pulls Indy's attention away from Mike. He chuckles wryly at her commentary, and then counters.

"You've obviously never checked out our junk drawer."

Truly, it's the unrivaled king of junk drawers, as Veronica once discovered (http://henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com/55060.html?thread=2113044#t2113044).

[mnt_mike]

"It's like the island of Misfit Toys, only without the gun that shoots jam."

Mike knows because he took that particular item out last week.

[lady_moon]

She pouts at Mike while scritching the puppy.

"No jam gun? Well, that's not much fun, is it?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks a bit confused.

"I thought we had a jam gun," he says as he makes his way over to the infamous junk drawer. A few moments are spent fruitlessly rummaging through the clutter before he makes sense of the situation.

The drawer slams shut.

"Well, I'm sure it's fun for whoever's now in possession of it," he states rather pointedly in Mike's direction.

[mnt_mike]

"I'm sure it is."

Says Mike, suspiciously devoid of any amount of smug.


Only...you know, the opposite of that.

[lady_moon]

And she's giggling again.

Moon decides, quite solidly, she likes being around Mike.

Then she looks at Indy.

"No Name still has no name," she points out. "It's not nice not having a name."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy sighs good-naturedly.

"You're gonna force my hand on this, aren't ya?"

He removes the pup from Moon's arms and brings it up in front of his face, so wolf and man are looking directly at each other. He stares searchingly at it for a while... until the pup cranes its neck forward and licks his nose.

Indy chuckles.

"Alright. I've got it now. We're going with..."

Dramatic pause.

"Hal."