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

[babypigking.livejournal.com]

[Pokey just looks up at Lucas in confusion. You're right. He really doesn't understand yet. He's old enough to know he doesn't like what his dad does to him, but not old enough to hate him for it. Not yet. So the little boy really has no idea how to react. He just looks up at the weird big boy, a little glumly, before he speaks again.]

Okay.

Can I go play again now?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

. . . Go ahead. I'm sorry to have bothered you, Pokey.

[It's only after he's left that he recalls 'going to play' means 'torturing kittens'. Darnit.]