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Double Take | Porky & Porky

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It’s not so often that all other members of the house are out, so Porky greatly relishes these times when he has time to himself at home.  It’s what he’s more used to anyways.  Ten thousand years of doing whatever he wanted taught him how much he could appreciate being alone, and any chance given is enjoyed to the best of his ability-- not that he really actually does anything those days, just rest without his mother screaming in his ear every five fucking seconds about something.

So it’s nice.  Porky is just watching TV in the living room, strewing himself over the couch comfortably, before rolling himself off to get a drink from the kitchen.  For a second, he browses his mother and stepfather’s liquor cabinet, but he’s really not sure he can water that stuff down any more than he already has.  Ah, well.  He just elects to grab a soda from the fridge and move on, but as he shuts the fridge, he hears the front door open and close.

Unfortunate.  It looks like his time alone is over for today.  Porky rolls his eyes a little and waltzes back into the living room to greet whoever’s come home-- since they’re obviously not going to do it-- only to find... well, himself staring back at him.  Porky doesn’t exactly react, just stares back at the other blankly.  He then slowly pulls the tab on his soda to crack it open and sits back down on the couch.

“Well, you’ve either come here on accident or you have some important business with me.  Either way, welcome.  Sit down, if you please.  Or don’t.  I really don’t care what you choose, but if you’re interested in talking...” Porky shrugs, then pats the couch seat beside himself.

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Runs in the Family | Porky & Picky

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Things haven’t felt normal since Porky came back, yet they all seem to pretend like everything’s just fine.  Porky doesn’t really see the point in this pretense, but he’s not really interested enough to change it.  He simply does as he wants, and the rest of his family can choose to ignore how wrong he really is.  They all must feel it,  his abnormality.

Porky doesn’t work to make himself seem like the old Pokey they used to know.  That upbeat, sort of obnoxious personality was lost long ago, but the change must appear so much more jarring to his family, devoid of any context.  He’s bland and disinterested and his manner of speaking bizarrely formal.  He’s some stranger in Pokey’s body living with them like nothing had changed.  Just Porky, never Pokey.

The only one who seems to care at all is Picky.  Dear, dear Picky... though so far, he’s seems too cowardly to say anything to Porky about it, either.  But he clearly recognizes it more than either of their parents, who seem to wish to forget that anything bad even happened to Porky or their family as a whole, even despite Aloysius and Lardna divorcing over it.  Ah, well.  Humans love denial,  don’t they?

Maybe it’s Porky and Picky’s relationship that’s changed the most, so it’s the most noticeable.  As he recalls, their relationship was mainly based on Porky’s “good-natured” bullying and teasing of Picky.  His little brother was such a little pushover, so it was easy to get away with treating him however he wanted, assuming Picky didn’t run off to tell their dad.  Now, Porky had no interest in really talking to him at all.  It was more like they were brief acquaintances rather than siblings.

Ah, well.  It’s the best they’ve all got for now.

Porky is sitting in the living room, sifting through a magazine whose big article is “What Happened to Dr. Andonuts?”.  There’s something amusing about people of this time finding it such a mystery.  He knows exactly what happened, but he’d never tell and no one would ever believe him anyways.  He’s become a bit obsessed with Dr. Andonuts as of late, and he’s got dozens of magazines and newspapers and books by or about the guy.  He wonders if his family’s noticed that at all.

He’s taken out of his focus when he hears the front door open and close and ah, there’s Picky.  Porky gives him the briefest of glances-- a dismissive gesture, really, before blandly saying, “Picky.”  It’s only an acknowledgement of his presence.  That’s all his little brother gets.

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Summers Home | Porky & Vani

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Pokey fidgeted on his bed impatiently.  He was supposed to be waiting for some kind of message from Giygas, but whatever it was, he wasn’t getting it.  They were running out of time and that was starting to get under his skin just a tad.  He couldn’t just wait here forever for something to happen.  He was used to moving around, and staying in Summers was cool and all, but... he was getting restless.

It wouldn’t hurt for him to get out and look around, right?  He couldn’t hang out in his hotel room all day in anticipation of Giygas’ next dream message.  That’s it.  He was goin’ out on the town.  Pokey pulled himself off the bed and smoothed out the wrinkles in his pinstripe suit.  Nothing was stopping Pokey Minch on this fine evening, nothing!

The bellhop tried to jump to say something to Pokey, but he ignored it.  He wandered out from the Summers Hotel, taking a moment to take in the the evening sights of the beach town.  It was certainly a far cry from Onett, or even the more northern Winters of the same country.  Who would have thought that Pokey Minch, of all people, would find his way to a town of such glamour.

The thought of his success brought a smile to Pokey’s face as he began to stroll down the sidewalk through town.  The only question was what to do, what to do...  He was feeling kind of hungry.  There was always that expensive restaurant, but their food was gross.  Maybe his tastes were too refined even for them.  But he remembered, then, that little stand along the beach that sold “magic” cakes, or something.  Yeah, that sounded just right.

Pokey stopped over at the cart as someone wandered off with their prize.  The woman at the stand noticed him and looked apologetic.  “Sorry, we’re all out for tonight,” she said.

“What?  You gotta be kidding me!  How can you run out?”

“These things are popular!  And I just sold my last one.”

Right, that person who had just left as Pokey came up to the stand!  It was they who had taken away his snack!  He was going to give them a piece of his mind.  He was rich now, after all.  He didn’t have to take this from anyone.  Pokey shook his head as he turned to survey the landscape in search of that person.  Just in the distance, he spotted them with something that looked suspiciously like a Magic Cake in their hand.

Pokey was on the move.  He came up to this person-- this girl’s-- spot on the beach.  He stood over her, feeling powerful as he managed to tower over someone.  “Excuse me,” he said snidely and sharply, drawing attention to his presence. “That’s a Magic Cake, isn’t it?  And that’s the last one she’s selling for the night.  Don’t you think it’s a little rude to take the last of something like that?”

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{ * Picky embraced his sibling. } (mxtherexrth)

Porky has appeared!  What to do? ( no longer accepting )

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Pokey tensed as his brother embraced him.  Jeez, what was this all about?  Picky didn’t break something of Pokey’s, did he?  Though maybe his brother really was just trying to be affectionate, but even so.  Annoying.  Weird.  Annoying and weird.  He groaned, stiffly standing in this awkward hug.  He reached one hand out to pat Picky on back.  “Yeah, yeah, all right, you got your hug.  Now let go.”

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Porky Minch? More like Porky BINCH

“I don’t get it.  What’s the joke?”

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By the way, what is your opinion about Ness' little sister, Tracy?

“She’s pretty annoying, like Picky.  The only difference is Tracy is less annoying just because I don’t ever have to talk to her.  So she’s all right, I guess.  Still annoying, though.”

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Force my Muse to Spill their Secrets

🙃- For a lighter, slightly embarrassing secret

“When I was in kindergarten, I went to school feeling sick ‘cause it was picture day and my mom wanted me to get a good picture.  When I was in line for a picture, I projectile vomited over the entire class.  It ruined everyone’s day and everyone’s picture.”

Porky snickered.  “It’s funny to me, but my mom told everyone about it so much it became embarrassing.  There’s a lot of people that know about that but shouldn’t because of her.  My dad, too, probably.  He’d never pass up telling a story like that to his friends.  I mean, it is pretty funny...”

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👄 + picky

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“Okay, well, it’s like this:  Picky is the ‘nice’ person in our family.  People actually like him.  I guess he’s so likable that even I can tolerate him.  But you know what?  I hate that he’s the golden child to our parents.  Like he’s somehow better than I am?  And then he has the audacity to act like he’s the ‘mature’ one.  Oh, sure!  Mature!  Like he really bought all those lies mom and dad fed him!”

He cleared his throat. “Ahem.  Anyways.  Look, I’m not mad.  I don’t hate him!  I said that already!  He’s the only one that sticks up for me sometimes.  But I’m also pretty sure that he doesn’t like me.  That’s okay.  I know he’ll come around some day.  Dunno when, but he’s pretty much like a baby right now, so maybe he’ll learn how to really grow up soon thanks to me.  I’ve got big plans, and he’ll see just who the golden child really is.”