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[dingdongdoodily]

Pickles returned, carrying his copy of Edgar Allen Poe's complete works, and set it on the bookshelf, a shit eating grin plastered on his face.

"You'd never fuckin' guess who I just met at the Bar." He said to Miniver, dropping himself onto the couch, practically sprawled there.

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[cheevy]

Miniver looks over from where he's been sitting by the window with a book, a piece of toast stuck in his mouth.

"Hmm?"

[dingdongdoodily]

"You."
He slipped off the couch to hook his chin over Miniver's shoulder, scanning over the pages of the book.

"You hugged me."

[cheevy]

He almost chokes on his toast.

"What?"

He's pretty sure he's been here for the last two... ish... days.

[dingdongdoodily]

"You couldn't'a even been ten." He rubbed Miniver's back. "Seriously, dude, you had it rough."

He shrugged, "Y'know, time flux... thinger. Iunno, but yeah, definitely you. You were carryin' around a book and I ain't met another person with the name of Miniver that looked like he could use a cheeseburger and maybe a bodyguard."