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[dingdongdoodily]

 A swaggering, young redhead steps through the door, almost as if he knew it was going to be there. Smiling to himself, he chuckled and took a drag of his cigarette.

"Gad, I hate it when I do that."

He dropped himself sideways in a cushy leather chair and ordered the regular, and set his hat down on the table beside him, and pulled out a pocket

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[cheevy]

The hat is YYYYYOINKED.

[dingdongdoodily]

Which only gets another chuckle. There's only a few people that can get away with stealing Pickles' hat without getting face fisted.

"Miniver! How's life?"

[cheevy]

Miniver can get away with a lot. He's cute that way.

He perches the hat very lightly atop his head and sits on the floor by Pickles.

"Splendid, my dear. I see you've not gone bald yet."

[dingdongdoodily]

He laughed, "Not yet, got a few years before that happens." He ran a hand through his hair, almost self-consciously.

"Things are lookin' up fer me, too, I've just found myself a great manager, got myself a solo carreer to pass the time 'til what happens happens."

[zeebaeataz]

The hat moved, just a little.

And then just a little more.

And a little more after that, and soon was replaced by a lamp.

Yep, totally a lamp, that lampshade? Yeah, didn't look anything like Pickles' hat, and the rest of the lamp totally didn't look like a crocodile either.

[dingdongdoodily]

"The fuck?"

Pickles is not amused.
He swipes his hat, sticks it back on his head and cautiously checks under the lampshade.

[zeebaeataz]

... okay so it was a crocodile and not a lamp at all.

And now it was trying to decide what to do now that it's disguise had been... un-disguised.

[dingdongdoodily]

"Yer a crocodile."

Says the wholly observant rock star.