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Lloyd sat down with that weird rabbit book Glen had given him, determined to do some serious reading. He had managed a few pages each day so far, but right now, it just wasn't working. He didn't seem to be in the right frame of mind for heavy reading, and he couldn't get himself to focus. A few minutes later, he ended up bringing a stash of Lucky Luke comic books to his table to spice things up. Some of this shit wasn't even translated, but Lloyd didn't mind all that much. Sometimes it was fun just to look at the pictures.
He was idly flipping through pages when something pressed into his back. Lloyd turned to look, and spent the next few moments gaping blankly.
There was a horse, just standing there, looking at him with an air of breezy nonchalance, like it was perfectly normal for it to be there, right in the middle of the fucking rec room.
"What the shit!" Lloyd sprang to his feet, turning abruptly and almost knocking the table over. He took a few moments to calm down a bit, and a few more to notice that the horse was holding something in its mouth. With considerable reluctance, Lloyd reached out and took it -- it turned out to be a postcard that read 'Pony Express'.
"This ain't funny," he told no one in particular, a bit of panic slipping into his voice. "Who ordered a fucking horse?" he asked, looking around the room helplessly.
But thing was, he had a pretty good idea who it belonged to. And those incriminating cowboy comics that lay scattered around him weren't helping his case any. He kept eying the horse warily, still getting the same too-cool-for-school look in return. Yeah, it was his. The goddamn dalmatian horse was his. How or why, he had no clue. Maybe he'd slacked on his homework and now he was getting a horse because it was the island's skewed idea of justice.
Or maybe somebody just thought it was funny.
Jesus Christ, he already had a rabbit. What the hell was he supposed to do with... with this?
Well, Lloyd knew one thing for sure: this son of a bitch wasn't getting any of his beer. The beer that Lloyd didn't have, that is, and right about now, really fucking wished he did.
[NDPD horsie in the rec room. ST/LT welcome!]
He was idly flipping through pages when something pressed into his back. Lloyd turned to look, and spent the next few moments gaping blankly.
There was a horse, just standing there, looking at him with an air of breezy nonchalance, like it was perfectly normal for it to be there, right in the middle of the fucking rec room.
"What the shit!" Lloyd sprang to his feet, turning abruptly and almost knocking the table over. He took a few moments to calm down a bit, and a few more to notice that the horse was holding something in its mouth. With considerable reluctance, Lloyd reached out and took it -- it turned out to be a postcard that read 'Pony Express'.
"This ain't funny," he told no one in particular, a bit of panic slipping into his voice. "Who ordered a fucking horse?" he asked, looking around the room helplessly.
But thing was, he had a pretty good idea who it belonged to. And those incriminating cowboy comics that lay scattered around him weren't helping his case any. He kept eying the horse warily, still getting the same too-cool-for-school look in return. Yeah, it was his. The goddamn dalmatian horse was his. How or why, he had no clue. Maybe he'd slacked on his homework and now he was getting a horse because it was the island's skewed idea of justice.
Or maybe somebody just thought it was funny.
Jesus Christ, he already had a rabbit. What the hell was he supposed to do with... with this?
Well, Lloyd knew one thing for sure: this son of a bitch wasn't getting any of his beer. The beer that Lloyd didn't have, that is, and right about now, really fucking wished he did.
[NDPD horsie in the rec room. ST/LT welcome!]