"I be the King, okeydokey?" There was an oddly serious tone to his voice--he genuinely believed this, and judging from the look, he expected Tillman to believe it. He sat up, hair still cowlicked from the morning (there was no need to take care of himself anymore) and he zipped up the leather jacket.
"Pig and Runt, King and Queen! King of Pork City. Find the palace like, yeah?"
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Date: 2012-02-24 03:42 am (UTC)"I be the King, okeydokey?" There was an oddly serious tone to his voice--he genuinely believed this, and judging from the look, he expected Tillman to believe it. He sat up, hair still cowlicked from the morning (there was no need to take care of himself anymore) and he zipped up the leather jacket.
"Pig and Runt, King and Queen! King of Pork City. Find the palace like, yeah?"