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[ 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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[freedrinkplease]

Pig. Like. Runt.

[ And he's charging again--sorry, Nathan. If Pig has a bee up his bonnet, he's not going to stop until the target's down or he's down, whichever comes first. ]

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[But he just stood back up again! He's just going to have to do this whole fight on his back, isn't he?]

You said you were a pig, not a fucking bulldozer. Jesus Christ. [Kicking's only going to get him so far, so he makes a grab for Pig's legs. Maybe he'll stop hitting him if he can pull him down.]

[freedrinkplease]

So you learn your lesson then, ah? All we try to do is just get through the day, and you want to have a go with your 'men's.'

Next time we don't be insulting Runt or I give a lashing again, okeydokey?

[designedtoparty]

[Oh, good. He's stopping. Nathan groans, rolling over so he can search for whatever's left of his smoke. Those things are expensive, all right?]

I have no idea what the fuck you're saying, but fine. I wasn't insulting her, anyway. You seriously consider learning English at some point. Might help you learn how to tell what's an insult and what's not.

[freedrinkplease]

[ Pig's eyes roll, but he's still grinning. ]

D'you really want to go again, yeah? That's what you're sayin' right now, okeydokey?

[designedtoparty]

No one ever tell you not to kick a man when he's down? I'm not saying anything.

[freedrinkplease]

An' you'll be good to keep it that way.

[designedtoparty]

Fine. Whatever. [Ah. There's the cigarette. And still lit, too. He grabs it, then pushes himself to his feet with an exaggerated groan.]

That's quite a punch you've got on you.

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[ Is that--is that a hint of a smile? Dear God, it is. Pig watches him get up and shakes his knuckles out, pained. ]

An' that's quite a hard head you got, foxy.

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[Nathan sneers, taking a long, steadying drag. He needs it after that blow on his pride. Although maybe if he's smiling he'll be okay now...]

All the better for knocking out twats like you.

[freedrinkplease]

What was that, foxy?

[ Oh, Pig heard. He's just giving Nathan a chance before he dives at him again. ]

[designedtoparty]

I didn't say anything!

[Look at how honest he is! Would he lie?]