Blackfoot Forest I turn tables and speak too softly

Tsuki nodded softly as Liri told her tragic story, relating to the sadness, and she flicked her tail to show acknowledgement as the woman continued. Goober? Goober? What kind of name was that?Her face dropped and she eyed Liri with a questioning gaze. "Goober..?" He sounded like a slimy creep, though Tsuki knew she should not judge, it was hard to think of why a mother would call her son Goober. She would definitely need a pet name, like dove, or G. not Goober.