Flangiprop n. a small, “mushroom-like” carnivorous mammal found native to a cave network on DK-233. Appears to possess an acute sense of smell, not unlike an Earth dog. Communicates in high-pitched squeaks.
“It’s a stupid word,” he told her, staring into the cage.
“Well, I think it suits him,” she replied, tapping at the glass.
A series of low, happy sounding chirps echoed around the small container as the… Flangiprop sat down and blinked up at them. One of i
t’s his short little arms made a sort of waving motion. He watched her coo at it out of the corner of his eye. “I can’t believe they let you keep it.”
Her smile was like something out of an old holograph, bright and stunning and a tiny bit irritating. “I know, right!?”
The little brown and red thing let out a long, cheerful squeak in response. He was gonna have to run a neuroscan on the damn thing later, make sure there wasn’t some sort of telepathic link going on. He leaned back against the hull of the carrier, watching the techs load up the rest of their equipment. She was too busy making weird ass baby noises at the thing to pay any attention to them tipping her core samples the wrong way up.
“That thing is messing with your mind,” he said, crossing his arms.
He thought she was ignoring him until –
“I think I’m gonna name him Henry!”
He sighed. It was gonna be one hell of a long ride back to base.