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Feb. 21st, 2012 03:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
freedrinkplease//"What's the color of love, Pig?"
"What sort of love, love?"
"Don't know. But you know the way things, they got a color. I wonder what the color of love is."
"Jesus, Runt. You could read a thousand thick books and never know the answer to that quiz."
"It's be a good one to know, ah?"
"It'd be brilliant, Runt. It's around here somewhere."//
He couldn't sleep.
He'd had a dinner of eggs and spam and he just couldn't sleep after Tillman had closed his door. He tried pacing, he tried talking to himself, but every time he laid down he leaned over and tried to reach a hand out through a wall that wasn't there, reaching in to grasp a hand that didn't exist.
Maybe Runt had found it.
The only reason he slept was because he was tired, too tired, and this place was so warm he even took his socks off, using the couch's arm as a pillow. It was still uncomfortable and it still gave him a horrible crick in the neck, but it was better than a bus stop.
Once he did finally go to sleep, though, it was easy to tune things out. It came from living with a rambunctious toddler, it came from hearing Runt's parents yell at each other every morning, it came from his mom parking herself in front of the television and ignoring everything for that brief hour in the morning when she was free of work.
It was the smell that dropped him out of his light snoring, and his hand twitched--it was odd, but since he was little, he couldn't sleep without Runt's hand in his. Even in the hospital.
"It's around here somewhere, Runt," He said softly, before the smell hit him. His stomach rumbled loudly and he opened his eyes, jarred out of slumber from his own hunger.
"Jesus," he mumbled, getting up and rubbing his face. Where was he?
"What sort of love, love?"
"Don't know. But you know the way things, they got a color. I wonder what the color of love is."
"Jesus, Runt. You could read a thousand thick books and never know the answer to that quiz."
"It's be a good one to know, ah?"
"It'd be brilliant, Runt. It's around here somewhere."//
He couldn't sleep.
He'd had a dinner of eggs and spam and he just couldn't sleep after Tillman had closed his door. He tried pacing, he tried talking to himself, but every time he laid down he leaned over and tried to reach a hand out through a wall that wasn't there, reaching in to grasp a hand that didn't exist.
Maybe Runt had found it.
The only reason he slept was because he was tired, too tired, and this place was so warm he even took his socks off, using the couch's arm as a pillow. It was still uncomfortable and it still gave him a horrible crick in the neck, but it was better than a bus stop.
Once he did finally go to sleep, though, it was easy to tune things out. It came from living with a rambunctious toddler, it came from hearing Runt's parents yell at each other every morning, it came from his mom parking herself in front of the television and ignoring everything for that brief hour in the morning when she was free of work.
It was the smell that dropped him out of his light snoring, and his hand twitched--it was odd, but since he was little, he couldn't sleep without Runt's hand in his. Even in the hospital.
"It's around here somewhere, Runt," He said softly, before the smell hit him. His stomach rumbled loudly and he opened his eyes, jarred out of slumber from his own hunger.
"Jesus," he mumbled, getting up and rubbing his face. Where was he?
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Date: 2012-02-24 12:59 am (UTC)"Just curious?" He prompted as he shifted the contents of the fridge around to make room. Curiosity was... Well. It was alright. Better than assuming Tillman was looking for something depraved.
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Date: 2012-02-24 01:17 am (UTC)"No Tilly." His brow quirks up. "Just Beout. But Tilly got none. No lady, no man."
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Date: 2012-02-24 02:11 am (UTC)"This is America, kid. There's no royalty here."
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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?"
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Date: 2012-02-24 05:02 am (UTC)A soft knock sounded at the door and Tillman pushed himself away from the wall to answer it. The conversation he had with his neighbor was brief and concluded with him promising to be over in a few minutes.
"You're not going to burn my apartment down if I leave you alone, right?" He pulled his toolbox out of the hall closet.
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Date: 2012-02-24 05:36 am (UTC)He still wouldn't touch the coat, though. It remained around his shoulders, and he buried his hands in the pockets.
"Guarding the castle like. Be good, Pig will. Gonna fish a beout?"
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Date: 2012-02-24 05:54 am (UTC)"You can turn up the heat if you're cold. Help yourself if you get hungry. I'll be back soon," he said on his way out the door. "Thanks for keeping watch, kid." And then he was gone.