[ K's smile becomes a touch diffident as he turns back to the sink full of soapy dishes, ducking his head. ]
It's a nickname he gave me when he couldn't remember my serial number.
[ An actual nickname. The only one he's been given, other than the practical shortening of his serial number to "K" — unless terms of endearment count as nicknames, too? Either way, it's significant to him for reasons he probably doesn't have to explain to Tech Boy, and so the katydid brooch is... strangely sentimental to him, too, more than Martin could probably know.
When Tech Boy gets closer, the amorphous pile of black sand that's been gathered on K's feet moves to collect on Tech Boy's too, investigating him. K also flicks some soap bubbles at him. ]
Experimenting. [ With an unnecessary nod toward the oven; the telltale smell of pizza gives away some of the surprise. ] Hopefully you'll like it. ...Hopefully it's edible. How was work?
assuming they have their pokemon by this point?
It's a nickname he gave me when he couldn't remember my serial number.
[ An actual nickname. The only one he's been given, other than the practical shortening of his serial number to "K" — unless terms of endearment count as nicknames, too? Either way, it's significant to him for reasons he probably doesn't have to explain to Tech Boy, and so the katydid brooch is... strangely sentimental to him, too, more than Martin could probably know.
When Tech Boy gets closer, the amorphous pile of black sand that's been gathered on K's feet moves to collect on Tech Boy's too, investigating him. K also flicks some soap bubbles at him. ]
Experimenting. [ With an unnecessary nod toward the oven; the telltale smell of pizza gives away some of the surprise. ] Hopefully you'll like it. ...Hopefully it's edible. How was work?