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[ . . . !!!!!!!!!!! ]

You did!? Oh, that's wonderful!!

[Also heat from the door to his hands because this is how he lets her know it's him for sure.]

And I wanted to tell you before someone who saw the memory said it or I did something stupid or... anything!

[He squeezes her shoulders.]

My name is Hunter.

Edited 2022-01-27 07:26 (UTC)

[And there is a]

[Pause]

[As he fully takes that in. Saying it.]

[Because even in the memory, there had been something foreign in how he said his name.]

[Like he shouldn't have said it. He had refused before. People don't know his face. He was nothing without the helmet, without the mask.]

[Without being the Golden Guard.]

[He was just the Golden Guard.]

[He'd known that.]

[You're just...the Golden Guard.]

[But the way the human said it]

[The way Luz said it]

[Had broken through his resolve. His mission. His need to help his uncle.]

[He felt if he hadn't said his name, if Luz, this human, this girl, this person who had seen something good in him only saw him as a faceless mask-]

[He felt like something in him would be lost.]

[He had to say his name.]

[Say something that was Him.]

[His grip loosens on her shoulders, and he looks at her face.]

My name...is Hunter.

[Said softer, watching her face for...]

[Recognition of some kind.]

[Value of some kind.]

[That his name did Mean Something.]

[ her hands come up to press to the back of his—she's quiet as he speaks, watching him process and digest . . . something she doesn't know, but something that's important to him, surely ]

[ and she smiles ]

Hunter.

That's a nice name; I think it suits you.

[Hunter is constantly full of many feelings he needs to process and his biggest mistake is he usually Refuses To.]

[Rufous is, perhaps thankfully, not that bad.]

[He stares at Felicity as she says that. Thinks it suits him. It fits him. It is him.]

[She hears it and sees him.]

[He takes a shaky breath and hasn't actually let go of her shoulders.]

Yeah, its...its a pretty cool name to have, huh? [And there's a shake in his voice because this feels like so much and its Important and its so hard to pinpoint Why, just that it Is.]

Just...wanted to be the first to tell you. Wanted to tell you first.

[ they both try in equal measure hunter is just trying to refuse his emotions and rufous is trying to accept them(?)

she doesn't seem to mind the hold, just kind of holding the back of his hands in turn as though in support ]

I'm happy you told me. Thank you.

. . . I know we were all born with these names, but . . . It must feel really important, to remember it again, huh? It's like—a big piece of your identity that you lost is back. At least, that's how I think about it . . . so I'm really happy you told me first.

[Rufous doesn't know at all what he's doing, and in a way, that's probably good for him.]

[Hunter did know and that was Child Soldiering.]

It...it is important. Names are important. I mean...

Someone had to think of you and what to call you and this thing would always be apart of you, so yeah, its...its important.

Can I hug you?

Of course!

[ letting go of his hands to open her arms for him ]

[He is! Going to hug her!]

[Kind of tight and there might be a small trembling because she's happy he told her, she thinks its important, and there is so much screaming in his head that its hard to make sense of it.]

[But somewhere in it.]

[He's happy.]

[ hugging him back, leaning on him a little and patting him

after a moment or two: ]

It isn't as cool as finding out your name, but I wanted to show you something, too. Do you want to come inside?

[He nods.] Yeah.

[He still holds onto her a few moments more, enjoying the contact, before taking another shuddery breath and straightening up to let her go.]

Let's go see it.

[ taking his hand then, so she can lead him inside ]

Oh—by the way, do you want me to keep calling you Rufous, or would you rather me switch to Hunter?

[Squeezes her hand.]

....

[The amount of screaming in his brain.]

[His name is important.]

[Rufous is important for Pep bonding.]

[But his name is important.]

[But Rufous isn't....the same as being the Golden Guard? He's certainly not the perfect Pep.]

[And doesn't that dig into his insecurities.]

I don't know yet.

Maybe....maybe in private Hunter is good. And Rufous publicly. For now.

Edited 2022-01-27 08:28 (UTC)

. . . Ehehe, then it's like a secret just between us.

[He blushes at that.]

...I think I'm fine with that.

If its a secret with you.

[ oh no she said a thing that she's retroactively a little embarrassed about. but also it makes her happy so ]

Ehehe . . . thank you!

[ and, smaller-voiced, like she's whispering a secret to him: ]

Hunter.

[.....oh]

[The only person he's remembered saying his name is his uncle. And while it had been staticked at the time, he still felt the feelings and then it had felt Heavy.]

[From Felicity, it feels....light. A relief.]

Y-yeah. No problem. [Smiling in return, squeezing her hand.]

[ beams at him before going to unlock the door. i forget but she's yanno probably sitting on albert. then they shall toddle into the chemistry lab ]

[Sometimes there's just a sheep here in hug time and that's Fine.]

[He looks around and oh, now he can actually Appreciate A Lab.]

Oh wow. Some of this stuff...its all machinery?

Hmm. . . There are mechanical appliances here, but a lot of what's in here are chemicals.

[ with a little wave of her hand, and one of the shelves is opening up, seemingly magically floating to the workbench ]

...so you have potion making too?

[Following along to see the work bench.]

I think alchemy is a closer concept to chemistry, but I guess you could say they're potions?

[ the shelf contains a box inside, which felicity is picking up and setting onto the workbench delicately. once she opens it, rufous will be able to see hexagonal . . . clouds?

at least they look a lot like a cloud might. ]

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