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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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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.