"Forging checks and legal documents, y'know... Passports an' birth certificates, stuff like that. Yep, been in the pen fer a couple years now, he's expected to get out in 2002."
Not that he cared particularly, whether or not his brother was alright.
"In fact, I... kinda went to one of his pals to get yer passport an' stuff."
He raised both brows, "I left yer birth certificates, legal and frameable at home, but..." He pulled out his wallet and handed Miniver the driver's license. "There y'go baby. Yer officially born in th'year 1970, same day, otherwise."
Miniver secretly believes that nothing Pickles could ever do, however carelessly, could end him in trouble with the law. Well... in REAL trouble. Nevertheless, he more than appreciates the trouble this must have been, and the risk. He takes the driver's license, inspects it curiously, then leans over to snog Pickles gratefully.
"Thanks, Sean. I'd have figured it out myself, but..." But nothing. But nevermind. But he don't know shit still about this world.
Miniver sits up, crawls down to the end of the bed, tugs Pickles' boots off, and rubs his feet.
"1970, huh? Heh. Kinda weird to be officially born in a year I never saw."
Pickles nodded, "Yep, probably is. Bein' born in '69 ain't so bad though. I could fill you in on what I remember of what you missed in yer childhood in the 70s. Bowl cuts, Corduroy, Happy Days, CHiPS, lunch boxes with balogna sandwiches, bellbottoms, The Muppet Show, and er... lots of crappy music. Black Sabbath, though. Good stuff, Ozzy's pretty much a gad."
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"What's he in for?"
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Not that he cared particularly, whether or not his brother was alright.
"In fact, I... kinda went to one of his pals to get yer passport an' stuff."
He raised both brows, "I left yer birth certificates, legal and frameable at home, but..." He pulled out his wallet and handed Miniver the driver's license. "There y'go baby. Yer officially born in th'year 1970, same day, otherwise."
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"Thanks, Sean. I'd have figured it out myself, but..." But nothing. But nevermind. But he don't know shit still about this world.
Miniver sits up, crawls down to the end of the bed, tugs Pickles' boots off, and rubs his feet.
"1970, huh? Heh. Kinda weird to be officially born in a year I never saw."
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He shrugged slightly. "The 80s were crazy, too."
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"I wore bellbottoms. The rest of that stuff... eh... whatever. What'd you like about your childhood?"
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