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[freedrinkplease]

[ It's evident on Pig's face--rather how he doesn't look up--that he's in his own world. Distant. A tongue darts out to lick dried lips and blue eyes focus on the screen--he's got a definite Irish accent, certainly from Cork, but the way he's dropping words and rearranging sentences is still a little jarring. ]

There we be. Pig and Runt. Warm like. Drinky drinky and I says "Happy Birthday, Runt!" And she? She smiles. [ There's a bit of a laugh but there's absolutely no humour in it. ]

But now where Pig, eh? Where Pig? No club, no fucking Runt. No Runt--No Runt.

Just.... Pig.

Where he be, yeah?

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[eiremagic]

[Her accent places her more north - Belfast, actually, so this is pretty impressive that she's about to say this, but:]

You could talk like a person. What the fuck is runt?

[freedrinkplease]

I talk like I wants to, mammy. [ But there's relief in his voice--oh god is there ever relief. Someone else from Ireland. ]

Runt be my pal. An' Runt be missin', but I was right there with her drinkin' before here.

[eiremagic]

Eden. Me name is Eden.

She's probably not here, boyo.

[freedrinkplease]

But she be right here. [ As if gesturing to the spot next to him would help illustrate his point. ]

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[saidrepent]

[And here Raymond had thought doubles of oneself were only supposed to show up every few months or so.

Not that he's convinced this kid actually is his double, though, even with the physical resemblance. He's obviously younger, much younger, and his manner of speech is just... He doesn't even know what to think of it.]

Pig? [Better to find out what the hell sooner than later.]

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[freedrinkplease]

Pig.

[ A closer look, and then-- ]

Jesus fuck, we be havin' the same face but yours with the lines more.

[saidrepent]

[Raymond finds himself nearly taken aback by that unnecessary bluntness. No way this kid is some kind of double.]

So I noticed.

What pig?

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[worldofourown]

In Hell, of course.

[Don't mind him, Pig. He's an ass.]

[freedrinkplease]

....

[ What. ]

Dis be because I don't go to no church, yeah?

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[worldofourown]

Of course it is!

Foolish boy. You should've attended mass like they told you to.

[A smirk]

But it's too late now. You're doomed to suffer eternal torment.

[designedtoparty]

How the fuck would we know? Try asking directions to the nearest farm.

[freedrinkplease]

Why would Runt be in farms, foxy?

[designedtoparty]

I'm not talking about runts. I said pigs. I'm pretty sure they get rid of the runts before they stop the other ones getting fat.

[archivy]

You're in a place called the City.

[freedrinkplease]

Pork City? [ There's a bit of hope in his voice, now. ]

[archivy]

Just the City. It is a pocket dimension. Another world from yours.

[virginwings]

... Is that a trick question? [She means riddle.]

[freedrinkplease]

Nope. It's the truthy question.

[virginwings]

Oh - um! I don't know where's there a pig then...

[firstaid]

A-are you okay? [Skimming through, it seems that all the basic questions have been answered, so she thought it would be best to ask about his well-being instead.

She's genuinely worried.]

[freedrinkplease]

What?

[ Pig's not really used to people asking him if he's fine--hence teh utterly confused look. ]

[firstaid]

You don't seem terrible coherent right now, so I was asking to see if you were doing all right.

[She can see that confusion, and that only makes her worry a little bit more. Has no one asked about his well-being?]

[captainfuckingmagic]

It's probably a long shot considering they barely have gerbils but the pet store's probably more okay than the zoo is about people potentially running off with their inventory.

[freedrinkplease]

No, you fool. I be Pig. Runt, we pals.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[He pauses to consider the injustice that's surely being done if he's the one being referred to as 'fool' here, because he's Harry and he can tell this isn't right.]

You're friends with a gal named Runt? And your name's Pig? Did your parents just like... hate you both or really, really like Charlotte's Web? There were way better names to pick from in that story.