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[dingdongdoodily]

They both stumbled up the stairs and back to room VII, where Pickles tossed his notepad onto the desk before dropping back into bed, still warm from their laying there.

"What kept you up, dude?" He asked, lighting a cigarette.

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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles snickered, "And tellin' you that none of it is important to me won't work with you anymore." He took a drag of his cigarette, taking time to think

[cheevy]

Miniver smiles as well, watching, listening, waiting for the warmth of the fire to seep into him. He grins and almost laughs at the mental picture of a tiny, curly-headed Sean (not Pickles then, surely) lugging around a crayfish in a bucket. It really must have been too adorable for words.

"I went fishing a lot, too. Found crayfish now and then, yeah. Man. And you and your drums and stuff... I wonder if we'd have been friends if we'd ever met as kids?"

[dingdongdoodily]

Nope, he got that name in middle school. The crayfish incident had been when he wasn't even ten.

"Heh, probably not, I was a dick back then. And a bully. But only because if I wasn't one, I'd have been the most picked on kid in school. Ended up that way, anyway, when I started middle school."

He tossed the rest of his cigarette into the fire.

"Tell me about New York."

[cheevy]

"Bet you were damn cute

[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles nodded, quietly listening. He'd been through Poughkeepsie once, and it was still just like that.
He didn't know Miniver had it so rough growing up. It was pretty brutal, he thought, sipping at the brandy before setting the glass aside, empty.

"Hrm. Makes livin' in Wisconsin sound good." Pickles said offhandedly. "Really didn't have much trouble until I started gettin' older. Older brother kept gettin' into trouble, all the kids teased me because'a my hair and my clothes and shit. Ended up havin' to switch schools twice. By the time I was between my second and third high school, I ended up sayin' fuck it, and movin' to the coast." He shrugged, "Packed up my kit, bought a guitar, and moved to LA." He got a wistful smile, then.

"Still miss the woods sometimes."