"Not getting none," Pig pointed out, leaning in his chair, laughing. Like Tillman had done something funny.
"You a foxy fella, no beout, no babbins? You got none for care like. All gone, okeydokey?" He snorted in amusement (though not like an actual pig this time) and let his chair drop, picking at his old, dirtied shirt he'd yet to take off.
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Date: 2012-02-22 02:01 am (UTC)"You a foxy fella, no beout, no babbins? You got none for care like. All gone, okeydokey?" He snorted in amusement (though not like an actual pig this time) and let his chair drop, picking at his old, dirtied shirt he'd yet to take off.