Oh, nothing much. Just- hey, hey, hey. Put that down.
[A ten second interval passes before he returns to the conversation.]
Mischievous little bugger. You keep that up and I'm putting you back in the cube. And then you don't get any say in your name.
Which is what I could use some help with. This little water-fairy is just begging for me to come up with something like 'stinkface' at this rate so you might be his only hope of receiving a decent name.
[Her sister ended up naming Natasha's own cubits after her teammates. Maybe this is the world's way of telling her she doesn't get to get out of naming some of the weird critters.]
I think between the two of us, we can probably do better than Stinkface, at least.
[If only he knew of the irony of the situation, he would laugh at it and tease her for it. As it is, he's just thankful. He hadn't been prepared for naming things when he signed up for this whole thing, nevermind the fact they knew ahead of time a little about each mission beforehand. He still wasn't prepared.
Also, these guys were picky. Of course, he could just stop giving them the choice to like the name he gave them...]
I hope so. [beat] Ugor? Is that Russian? [He's utterly clueless ngl.]/small> What does it mean?
[He loves it. He laughs in appreciation he loves it so much.]
Well, I can't argue with that. And hey, it's better than Stinkface.
[He turns to yell the next at his wayward cubit.]
You hear that? You're name is Ugor. [the cubit makes a disgruntled noise] Nope. That's it. Ugor. No more complaints. You got a name and it comes from on high. It's perfect.
Oh, you bet. Someone has to take on all that important stuff and it certainly shouldn't be me. I trust you to handle it all.
[Naming cubits, deciding karaoke nights, you know, all the very important stuff.]
I'm doing all right. This is a breeze comparatively, right? I mean, minus the responsibility maybe but I can handle three pets for a month or two. I think.
[He probably shouldn't be allowed pets honestly. But sometimes they were just given to you and you couldn't say no to that cool factor. And then shit happens and you just gotta fix it.
Anyway.] Pets are fun, but you know, all that responsible stuff. Just let 'em be cute and maybe find them good homes before time runs out and we all disappear.
No trouble is a plus. No leads a minus. Running even I guess?
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[A ten second interval passes before he returns to the conversation.]
Mischievous little bugger. You keep that up and I'm putting you back in the cube. And then you don't get any say in your name.
Which is what I could use some help with. This little water-fairy is just begging for me to come up with something like 'stinkface' at this rate so you might be his only hope of receiving a decent name.
What'da say? Got any suggestions on cubit names?
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[Her sister ended up naming Natasha's own cubits after her teammates. Maybe this is the world's way of telling her she doesn't get to get out of naming some of the weird critters.]
I think between the two of us, we can probably do better than Stinkface, at least.
How about Ugor?
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Also, these guys were picky. Of course, he could just stop giving them the choice to like the name he gave them...]
I hope so. [beat] Ugor? Is that Russian? [He's utterly clueless ngl.]/small> What does it mean?
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[She is very creative.]
My sister has already made fun of my naming skills, but you know, it looks like an Ugor.
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Well, I can't argue with that. And hey, it's better than Stinkface.
[He turns to yell the next at his wayward cubit.]
You hear that? You're name is Ugor. [the cubit makes a disgruntled noise] Nope. That's it. Ugor. No more complaints. You got a name and it comes from on high. It's perfect.
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[Natasha smiles slightly at the antics of the cubits. She can't say she's charmed by them, but that doesn't mean they're without charm.
They can be pretty funny.]
How are you holding up?
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[Naming cubits, deciding karaoke nights, you know, all the very important stuff.]
I'm doing all right. This is a breeze comparatively, right? I mean, minus the responsibility maybe but I can handle three pets for a month or two. I think.
What about you? What are yours like?
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[Too busy, unpredictable schedule, to likely not to come home. Nothing fair to make another human deal with, let alone a pet who doesn't know better.]
But we haven't got in trouble yet. No one in prison. Nice place, compared to some of the planets we've been on.
No leads yet, though.
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[He probably shouldn't be allowed pets honestly. But sometimes they were just given to you and you couldn't say no to that cool factor. And then shit happens and you just gotta fix it.
Anyway.] Pets are fun, but you know, all that responsible stuff. Just let 'em be cute and maybe find them good homes before time runs out and we all disappear.
No trouble is a plus. No leads a minus. Running even I guess?
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[Sometimes you're one of the people putting the pieces together, and sometimes your leads don't pan out.
Natasha hates it, a little, but she won't be irrational about it.]
Finding homes for these guys might be one way to make connections though.