Scotty had to give this unknown relative this: He had a colorful accent. Like a strange blend between Doric-Scots, Glaswegian and a wee bit of English slang thrown in for flavor. And despite himself, it made him curious, even as he recoiled from the thought of getting into any long discussions about family history, of all things.
"Monty," he replied, after a moment, and given the expression on his face when he did, it was more than a little bit of an annoying nickname. He hated that name. "I... I dinna much care fer it; if not Scott, then Montgomery, usually... I mean, 'at's usually fit I go by. 'Cept my squad-mates in Basic, they took t'callin' me Scotty."
Jesus, he was babbling. Why the Hell was he babbling? He swallowed, trying to shake that off. But he'd run out of clothes.
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Date: 2009-08-09 01:41 am (UTC)"Monty," he replied, after a moment, and given the expression on his face when he did, it was more than a little bit of an annoying nickname. He hated that name. "I... I dinna much care fer it; if not Scott, then Montgomery, usually... I mean, 'at's usually fit I go by. 'Cept my squad-mates in Basic, they took t'callin' me Scotty."
Jesus, he was babbling. Why the Hell was he babbling? He swallowed, trying to shake that off. But he'd run out of clothes.