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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[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."

[mnt_mike]

Mike allows the silence to last as long as is befitting the gravity of a naming....which isn't all that long, before he invades the personal space of both man and dog. All it takes to turn a puppy into an instant puppet is the careful placement of a thumb on the puppy's bottom lip.

"I'm sorry I can't do that Indy."

[lady_moon]

"Hal?" she asks. "What sort of name is that?"

Moon crosses her arms.

"It's one syllable, with no real personality. You should take a page from the book you used when you named Indiana. Indiana is better than Hal." She tilts her head. "Hal. Hal. Halhalhalhal. No. It's not smooth or lyrical. It's... well... it's Hal."

But there's Moon for you.

The one who named her own wolves Mons and Mare.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

A little aggrieved by all the dissent, Indy draws the pup away from Mike's invading comedy fingers.

"There's nothing wrong with Hal. It's a strong noble name."

It's also a common abbreviation of Henry—not that he's bringing that up.

"And you're a fine one to talk about single syllable names, Missy."

[mnt_mike]

"You know, multi-syllable names aren't really they're cracked up to be. Especially around the time one has to learn spelling. I'm just throwing that out there."

[lady_moon]

Moon gives Mike a Look.

A 'you're not helping' look.

"Depending on what country or planet I go to, my name isn't just one syllable," she feels she has to say. "Besides, it's all in how you say it. Moooo-oooon. See? Two syllables."

Now she's being silly.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

After giving Mike an approving nod, Indy tries not to laugh. This is srs bizness!

"I was talking about Mons and Mare actually."

He sighs again, and gives the pup a helpless look.

"But... I suppose Rigel could work just as well. As long as he's known as Riggs for short."

[mnt_mike]

Mike blinks.

"Wait. You want to name him one thing, but are going to call him something else? Isn't that just like...confusing for the sake of it. I mean, if you name him Rigel but then call him Riggs, isn't his name just...Riggs?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Well... yeah," Indy concedes. "I was just trying to placate Lady Lyrical Names here."

He gives Moon an affectionate bump with his elbow.

"Hey... hang on a minute. Since when were you the voice of reason round here, Mikey?" He frees a hand and puts a fever-testing palm against Mike's forehead. "Are you feelin' okay?"

[lady_moon]

"You just watch it, Mister."

She gives him a return bump with her hip.

"I may take you back to Legoland and just leave you there for the savages to poke with their plastic swords."

[mnt_mike]

Mike takes a swipe at the fever-hand.

"Hey now! There's no reason to be insulting my reason just because you seem to have lost yours!"

He then attempts to communicate with the puppy via sign language. Either he's telling the puppy to Attack! Kill! Kill! or Fish is half price, this week only!

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Moon's threat is dismissed with a snort. And a second one dismisses Mike's slanderous volley. As for the charade, that is dutifully ignored by Indy. The pup seems fascinated by it though. Maybe it's a halibut lover?

"So... Riggs?" Indy proposes again. "We can rename Stampy to Murtaugh and watch as their zany crime-busting antics unfold."

[mnt_mike]

Mike freezes mid-gesture. His jaw slackens in shock.

"Ex-excuse me? No no nononononono. I don't think so. You didn't just..."

He turns towards Moon.

"He didn't just suggest that we rename my daughter. Did he? Clearly he knows that I've duct-taped people to ceilings for less."

[lady_moon]

She giggles behind her hands.

"I think he did. Is the duct tape in that hellish junk drawer?"

Moon gives Indy one of her innocent, winning smiles.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Easy Mikey! It was a joke," Indy replies. He decides not to address Moon's query in this instance.

"Where's my congratulatory clap on the back for making a decent pop culture reference?"

[mnt_mike]

"Waiting patiently for the To Do line to clear. There's lots of things that can be done to a person once they're taped to a ceiling."

Don't ask where the Jam Gun ranks on the list. You don't want to know.

[lady_moon]

Moon scoots on over to Mike, eying Indy.

"Are there?" She grins. "I've never seen a man duct taped to a ceiling."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Don't encourage him!" Indy protests.

Keeping a wary eye on his roommate, he starts to edge back towards the living room with the little wolf cub nestled in his arms.

"Michael T. Angelo. If I see you make a move for that drawer, the puppy gets it."

Said puppy looks up at Indy questioningly.

"Err... 'it' being a nice loving skritch, most likely," Indy whispers.

[mnt_mike]

It's too late, he's already been encouraged.

"Well you see, once you get them up there there's really not a whole lot they can do to protect themselves from further torment. I've always been really tempted to paint the punished's hair green, and then give them a big ol' clowny smile, but I figure that'd freak out the ol' Boys in Blue just a little too much, so I never have."

[lady_moon]

"I don't think green hair would flatter Indy," she says thoughtfully. "It should be pink. Bright pink. Like the first drink he made me."

Grin.

She loves him, else she wouldn't tease.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks far from impressed by this turn in the conversation.

"Never gonna happen," he informs the conspiring pair. "I've suffered the pink deal with my clothes already thanks to Baldrick's hilarious April Fool two years ago."

"The hair stays brown, or the hat never ever comes off again."

[mnt_mike]

In a stage whisper.

"IS THIS HIS WAY OF TELLING US HE WANTS US TO DYE HIS HAT PINK?"

[lady_moon]

A sideways glance at Indy.

"OOH, I THINK IT IS."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

By now, Indy is looking very displeased indeed. He's about to retort...

...when he just stops, mouth half-open, poised to spew forth a suitably firm warning against touching his beloved fedora. A second or two later, his eyebrows raise happily and he blurts something completely different out instead:

"Brody!"

Name inspiration finally hit him. He laughs in the wake of this eureka moment.

"Of course, how could I've been so stupid. It's gotta be Brody."