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Who: Leto Atreides the II
Broadcast: Video
Action: Hospitality Deck, Marsiva
When: Feb 4th

[ The video activates itself to reveal a young man staring into space. His eyes are probably the most startling thing about him. Bright, eerily blue eyes that seem to pierce the fabric of reality. You may also see brown flecks of creatures embedded into his skin, near the neck and face.

And suddenly his gaze snaps back to the camera and he is all smiles and good intentions, as if a switch had been turned on. He sits on one of the many beds on the Marsiva Deck and kicks his legs, caught between the impression of a boy and a man.

( or something much older and far more dangerous ) ]

I do not need the spiel and I'm sure you are all quite thankful for that, but I am curious to know what qualifies as entertainment for our most benevolent hosts?

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[ He cocks an eyebrow at that. Amazing. ]

I am called Leto. Leto Atreides.

[Yeah, he's heard the last name a couple times, but it's nice to put a first name with it. And you know, the interesting history and backstory.]

Seems like a good time for introductions, right? I'm FDR.

I'm not calling you by an acronym for this whole voyage.

[ He has limits. ]

... [His eyes narrow stubbornly for a moment before he changes his mind and sighs, expression softening again.]

Alright. But only because I like you. You can call me...Frank. [And quickly following that.] Not Frankie. Never Frankie.

[ He laughs. ]

Very well, Frank.

[ He bows neatly, a sharp polished motion. Here is someone raised in wealth, who knows his manners. ]

It's been a genuine pleasure.

[ Is he flirting? Is he mocking? It's hard to say. ]

And try not to make it a trend either. [Franklin to his Nana and Uncle Frank to Joe, but everyone else he was FDR. So it's...kind of strange to hear it being used by someone who wasn't twelve.

The bow gets a smile. As much as he could mock the gesture, he's got enough experience with other cultures to know better. And Nana taught him some manners too.]

Yeah well, we'll have to do it again sometime. [He's totally going to take it as flirting. Because that's how a cocky asshole interprets that.] Maybe somewhere with beer.

And you know...if you happen to see pieces that would make me a gun-bullet or laser melting- that'd be just swell.

I think I will pass on handing you a weapon of considerate destruction for now.

But perhaps, I'll allow you the opportunity to convince me at a later date.

And back to that lack of trust thing. [A twitch of a smile, because he can't blame him. He's a good guy, sure. Not very honest though.] It's alright, I don't mind taking my time to win you over. Seems like we got plenty of that around here.

As long as you don't mind spending some of it with me.

[ Leto is oddly taken with him, against his better judgement. Not that he's worried about getting hurt. There's very little that could. ]

Interrogating you might just become a favorite pastime. [It's an easy tease, even if it's unintentionally what their first conversation has pretty much become. It was actually, refreshingly, fun.] But seriously, sure thing, Leto.

[A pause.]

You know your name almost sounds like 'lego'.

Only because I'm so accommodating. I doubt anyone else would be this forthcoming.

[ He's pretty sure nobody would be. Leto simply lacks shame or any kind of reason to censure himself. ]

And your name sounds like a . . . [ He stumbles, he doesn't know the word for it, so many centuries ago. ] Frankfurtar?

Oh, not without a pair of pliers.

[And he flashes a quick grin.

Before it dissolves into a laugh.]

Frankfurter? Like a big sausage? Not the worst word association.

[ A little sulky. ]

It's not as though Frank is a common name anymore. At least for me.

[Haha. Oh, that's cute.]

No. No. It's great. You can call me that if you want.

Frankfurter? That does not sound very appealing.

Oh it's terrible. Just trying to make you feel better. [A snicker.] Unless you're talking about actual sausage, Germany has some of the best sausages. Or you're talking about...

[No. No. it'd be too easy to make a penis joke there, so he'll refrain.]

-Well, it's definitely appealing.

[Okay, he couldn't not.]

[ He purses his lips, deep in thought, as if he's trying to deeply ascertain the facts of this name and its meaning. It almost looks like he's trying to deconstruct the mysteries of the universe rather than a nickname. ]

If you say so. Frankfurter it is.

[He's not sure what part of that requires the deep-thinking face, but he'll wait it out with an arched brow.

And he's probably going to grin like a teenager every time Leto uses that nickname-like he is right now.]

Mhmm. Okay, well, don't be a stranger, Leto.

[ He shrugs with a smile. ]

That would take far too much effort on my part.

[He brings a fist up to smirking lips and stares at the guy for an amused moment.]

And we've only just hit introductions.

[ Dryly ]

I think we're quite past that by now.

[Smugly.]

Preliminaries and introductions. Trust me, there's a lot more.

Ah, but I only have your word on that. Who says there is more? Perhaps I've already exhausted all my conversation options.

I guess there's only one way to find out.

[And he tilts his head slightly.]

I'll see you around.

[ He nods. ]

See you . . . soon, I believe.

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