[ re: the hair situation, Tech Boy warns K away by pointing a finger at him. He both leans away and swipes at the air as if to bat K's hands away. K has lost hair touching privileges for the foreseeable future if he's not going to respect the style but he may end up changing his mind about that. While clearly not actually mad, he makes a bit of a fuss about his displeasure. A god has his vanity, after all. He gets it back into passable shape (there's no way to get it perfect again) before focusing on the matter at hand.

The more important topic is of course that of names. Tech Boy turned the question around with the same phrasing to make a point. One that didn't work quite the way he'd wanted, but still it's occasionally better to be told something directly rather than using the info one gleans from spying on network conversations. Even if K knows he's watching the network, face-to-face has its advantages. It's less impersonal, even if it's a god's prerogative to appear omniscient.

The more Tech Boy hears of K's former handler, the less he likes her. Not simply as an representation of the bigoted cultural norm between humans and replicants... but personally. Severely. ]

It is my opinion [ and it's the god's opinion that's important here, right? or perhaps a partner's opinion? ] that you should have a name. That you should have had one, all this time. You deserve that sense of identity, and you're special to me. [ He leans in a little, conspiratorially. ] What do you think? You could try it while you're a kid, and if you hate it, you could discard it when you're back to your usual self.

[ Focusing on K now. They could revisit Tech Boy's name situation if K wanted, but the god's been so long without one, it hardly mattered anymore. ]