[...maybe this isn't going to be as cool a story as Picky was hoping it was going to be. This seemed more like Pokey getting caught at something and being made to confess. When he goes to join his brother beneath the tree, it's a few steps behind and a little hesitant.]
My... he did?
[The blood starts rushing to his face. How would a clone of him known that? He hadn't ever told anyone! Ever! And it sounded really ridiculous out loud.]
Uh... yeah? I dunno. You went to Fourside. The big city. And there was business stuff.
[There is a long pause, where it's obvious he wants to say something, but is having a hard time spitting it out.]
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Date: 2011-11-06 06:11 am (UTC)My... he did?
[The blood starts rushing to his face. How would a clone of him known that? He hadn't ever told anyone! Ever! And it sounded really ridiculous out loud.]
Uh... yeah? I dunno. You went to Fourside. The big city. And there was business stuff.
[There is a long pause, where it's obvious he wants to say something, but is having a hard time spitting it out.]
Makes more sense than aliens.