[ as if the kid next to him isn't having a hissy fit, Murphy answers naturally, lifting his eyes from where he's crouched and pointing a finger at Ronan's hair. ]

I called you Fluffy. [ a beat, and then he rubs at his own head, as if feeling a buzzcut. ] Though I guess Fuzzy fits better. Was that really all it took?

[ the question follows conversationally, with an sideways tip to his head and a small smirk on his lips.

This kid is worse than Bellamy. He's at least laugh off name calling so long as it wasn't directed at Octavia and didn't undermine necessary authority. Mostly all he'd gotten was 'shut up, Murphy' when it wasn't a fight over something more serious, like mutual lynching.

But hey, good to know about this one. He can't imagine how he'd ever suffered Kavinsky for long, given the guys terms of endearment are all basically insults, it's essentially his love language, if you really want to call it that.

And, if what's his ass here is really this volatile? Best he let K know he's around and angry before Ronan happens on his friend first. ]

You're welcome. Lemme know if you need another light. [ he pushes up with that, pacing back over to the elk by the fire, who had startled into standing when Ronan went all fury teen at him. ]