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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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[saidrepent]

Why's that?

[It's a shallow ploy at keeping the subject thoroughly changed and he knows it, but really, as long as it keeps him away from the thought of that kid, or the thought of dealing with him...]

[archivy]

[ Curling her legs under herself, small in one corner of the couch. ] My situation is unique. Most hosts do not inherit the Archive before they have lived a lifetime, had their own children, learnt to deal with the emotions of every day life.