Tiny Terror

[ceasetoexist]

[Hey. Hey. Guess who else got some of that tainted meat Vince's been handing out. Yep. Today, you can find baby Pokey doing a few things wandering around town today.]

Option A. In Your House

[Hey, guess what? If you didn't lock the door to your house, you'll find a four-five year old rummaging through your shit. See those pots and pans in the bottom drawers? Now they're on the floor, a little kid laughing and banging on them, clearly amused. Hey, is that a cookie jar on the counter? There's a little kid whose pulled a chair up to the counter and is digging around through it, stuffing some into his mouth while stuffing others into his pocket.

Have fun getting the kid out of your house, because as far as he's concerned all this shit is his now.]

Option B. Tormenting Animals

[Oh look at that cute chubby little boy and the cat he's found.

Now watch as the kid pulls as hard as he can on its tail, sending the cat screeching off like a bat out of hell into the streets. And he'll just go on doing this and doing this to any stray animal he can. Cause that shit is funny.]

Option C. Sleeping on your Lawn. Sort of.

[Well, Pokey has worn himself out with his looting and torturing animals, and needs a nap. Might as well take it on your lawn.

Or, more accurately? Even though he's a babby, his mech has been following him around. Hell if he knows exactly what it is, but it's been following him and seems friendly towards him, so hey. It must be nice. So he'll be sleeping on top of that parked on your lawn instead.]

[OOC: Going to work soon, so replies might be delayed. All replies will be made with the journal babypigking

Comments

B.

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

[[--that was not a happy cat that just went tearing by. Simply because he's curious, Engie will go poking along for the source of this pissed-off cat, and manages to come across Pokey soon enough. That kid looks a bit familia--wait. Waaaaiiiiiit.]]

[[Okay, what. That's...honestly the best Engie's got for right here.]]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[Pokey is just giggling and trying to go and catch up with the cat before bumping in to Engie. And he'll just look up. And smile. He's...oddly friendly, for Pokey.]

Hi!

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

[[that's--]]

[[that's adorable, god. Engie smiles a bit himself. Yep, that's Pokey alright, but...huh? He's still not getting how this happened.]]

Howdy, little man. What're you doin' out here all by your lonesome? [[Because letting babby!Pokey loose across town is definitely not a good idea.]]

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

I'm pwaying. This isn't home, so I'm expworing.

[He says this slowly, like he seems to think he's explaining some great and vast plan to Engie.]

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

[[And Engie will just nod with a thoughtful expression, like this is the answer to life itself.]] Makes sense. But y'know, explorin' ain't as fun when you're alone. Don' got anybody t' help you fight off any bad guys y'might find an' all.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

No, but I'm okay! I can beat up aaaaallll the bad guys!

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

'N Ah don' doubt that one bit, son. But what if th' treasure's up somewhere you can't reach?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Uuuuuuuh....

[Oh no! He forgot about treasure! But hey! Wait a minute!]

You'we weally big mistew! You could ge the tweasure!

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

A novel idea, 'n one Ah can certainly go alon' with. What kind'a treasure are we goin' after t'day, anyhow? Some kind'a...lost city or somethin'?

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

No! It's a...a piwate's tweasure! And-And we gotta go over the ocean to get it and evewything!

[blu-hardhat.livejournal.com]

Pirate treasure? That's all kinds'a better'n lost city treasure. What kind'a boat're we gonna be sailin' on, huh? We're gonna need a proper explorin' ship.

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

Yeah! We'we gonna need a galle-a gello-a gallon! [And he tries to stretch his arms as far out as they can go, as if to demonstrate how big their boat is going to have to be.]