"Okeydokey," Came Pig's response, though a yawn cut through it's effectiveness. Tillman had a habit of making too much, it seemed, but it was a nice habit. Pig could play pretend.

It's all he'd ever done.

"Tilly sound?" He asked, immediately helping himself. He didn't know where his next meal was, what was even happening. Why Tillman had taken him in. He wasn't even sure Tillman really wanted him to stay, or was just being nice. All Pig wanted to do was curl up with Runt and have a drink, or go to Crosshaven Beach and stare at the ocean for ever. Dance at a club and make fun of everyone. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he realized he had a report due in school tomorrow. Something about Romeo and Juliet.