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Feb. 24th, 2012 12:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freedrinkpleasePig had been rooting around.
It was simple: Pig needed a sense of absolute security. That and a combination of boredom (honestly, American TV confused the shit out of him and there was only so much of Spongebob he could take), lead him to wander around the apartment, sleepwalking with his eyes wide open.
"Red White and Blue," he mumbled, clapping his hands together and rubbing them as he walked down the hallway to Tillman's bed. "The great unknown, Runt. The great unknown."
It's not quiet a smile, not quite a laugh but it's something, and he creeps tentatively in the room. There's nothing there, but his smile doesn't falter.
"See? Fulla gray so we can brighten it up. Make it our own little world, love. No need for goin' to the sea." The light, fluttering chuckle was there.
"No. No, no.... Noooo, not goin' into the FUCKING sea. We be stayin' here. Pig be waitin'. Jesus, Runt."
It takes him a few moments of just sitting on the bed to calm himself so he can stop repeating the word no over again, and he sits up abruptly to wipe his face on Tillman's jacket.
"Piggy actin' like a wee babbin," he reprimands himself, licking his lips. He's still shaking, but he refused to let it go, continuing to look around. "This be an adventure, Pig. With Tilly's brown. Tilly's brown, allright like?"
He licks his lips and opens the one door he hasn't done so yet, staring at the duffelbag with Tillman's name on it. Staring at it before he crouches down and pulls it closer, unzipping it gingerly.
It was simple: Pig needed a sense of absolute security. That and a combination of boredom (honestly, American TV confused the shit out of him and there was only so much of Spongebob he could take), lead him to wander around the apartment, sleepwalking with his eyes wide open.
"Red White and Blue," he mumbled, clapping his hands together and rubbing them as he walked down the hallway to Tillman's bed. "The great unknown, Runt. The great unknown."
It's not quiet a smile, not quite a laugh but it's something, and he creeps tentatively in the room. There's nothing there, but his smile doesn't falter.
"See? Fulla gray so we can brighten it up. Make it our own little world, love. No need for goin' to the sea." The light, fluttering chuckle was there.
"No. No, no.... Noooo, not goin' into the FUCKING sea. We be stayin' here. Pig be waitin'. Jesus, Runt."
It takes him a few moments of just sitting on the bed to calm himself so he can stop repeating the word no over again, and he sits up abruptly to wipe his face on Tillman's jacket.
"Piggy actin' like a wee babbin," he reprimands himself, licking his lips. He's still shaking, but he refused to let it go, continuing to look around. "This be an adventure, Pig. With Tilly's brown. Tilly's brown, allright like?"
He licks his lips and opens the one door he hasn't done so yet, staring at the duffelbag with Tillman's name on it. Staring at it before he crouches down and pulls it closer, unzipping it gingerly.
