Pig buckled in and, in all honesty, American cars still weirded him out quite a lot. The steering wheel was wrong. There was a lot of things wrong with this, but at least Tillman had a car.
The ragtop was more than a little disconcerting and Pig still wished he had his jacket. It wasn't really a proper jacket--but it was more than the long-sleeved shirts and dirty jeans he'd had. He settled for crossing his arms, shoving his hands into his armpit and bringing his knees up in an attempt to huddle.
He didn't really want to say anything, even as he was reminded of a seat belt. He did what he always did--retreating into his own world. A world where he was King and Runt was Queen and they lived in a palace...
"Tilly got royalty?" He asked suddenly, trying not to shiver. "You prince?"
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Date: 2012-02-23 12:05 am (UTC)The ragtop was more than a little disconcerting and Pig still wished he had his jacket. It wasn't really a proper jacket--but it was more than the long-sleeved shirts and dirty jeans he'd had. He settled for crossing his arms, shoving his hands into his armpit and bringing his knees up in an attempt to huddle.
He didn't really want to say anything, even as he was reminded of a seat belt. He did what he always did--retreating into his own world. A world where he was King and Runt was Queen and they lived in a palace...
"Tilly got royalty?" He asked suddenly, trying not to shiver. "You prince?"