[ He stares as she steps closer, like he still hasn't dispelled the possibility of this all being an exhaustion-fueled illusion. But by the time she stops in front of him, it's undeniable. It's definitely a pig. In their room. In Pepper's arms.
A pig.
He sways forward a little to stare at the bundle more closely, one hand hovering like he's trying to decide whether he dares touch it or not. ]
Where did you - it's not - uh, I'm guessing we're not keeping it for eating.
[ Not that he wants to (bacon's bad for you anyway), but he has to make absolutely sure, okay. ]
no subject
[ He stares as she steps closer, like he still hasn't dispelled the possibility of this all being an exhaustion-fueled illusion. But by the time she stops in front of him, it's undeniable. It's definitely a pig. In their room. In Pepper's arms.
A pig.
He sways forward a little to stare at the bundle more closely, one hand hovering like he's trying to decide whether he dares touch it or not. ]
Where did you - it's not - uh, I'm guessing we're not keeping it for eating.
[ Not that he wants to (bacon's bad for you anyway), but he has to make absolutely sure, okay. ]