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.