PUBLIC CHANNEL - DAY 148

[whattaprick]

[ After all that super serious fae speculation, surely the Nightrider would have something important to say, right? Of course he doesn't. ]

All right, so which of you jokers put an egg in Pig's pen?

[ If he sounds faintly annoyed, it's because he is. ]

Now I can't get her out of there -- and before you ask, yes, I tried putting her back in the ball, and then she tried stepping on my head. Obviously, I'm just a little concerned why my horse has decided to try and hatch whatever this is-- [ He breaks off midway, yelling away from the radio. ]

Hey! Baker! I told you to leave that alone!

[ And on that inconclusive note, the radio post ends. ]

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[atouts]

What's he up to now?

[ The dog, not Lambert. He expects that much to be obvious. ]

[whattaprick]

[ The scowl is practically audible. ]

From what I can tell? Making a mess. He's been dragging things into Pig's pen -- looks like someone's just lost a ...

[ He trails off. ]

[atouts]

[ Childermass waits a moment, expecting Lambert to finish his sentence eventually, but when he doesn't— ]

A what?

[whattaprick]

A coat.

[ It kind of looks strangely familiar, actually. Almost like -- ]

You're not missing yours, are you?

[atouts]

[ Well, looks like it's his turn to pause and set the radio aside. One trailer-overturning moment later, he's back and he doesn't sound all that pleased. ]

Let me guess. Is the coat black and long?

[whattaprick]

Let's put it this way: it used to be black. Probably.

[atouts]

And you're at Pig's pen?

[ guess who's in trouble and it isn't Lambert for once? ]

[whattaprick]

[ Lambert's not in trouble because Lambert's an angel who can do no wrong, ever. ]

Yeah, I am.

If you're gonna try to get it back, you might wanna bring a substitute. And a bribe.

[atouts]

Or I can stuff him back into his pokeball for the remainder of the week and simply take it.

[whattaprick]

That might take care of Baker, but the coat's been turned into a nest now. And Pig can break out of her Pokeball.

[atouts]

I'm sure if I can find something suitable to trade for it. [ Do giant earthquake horses even understand that concept? ] Perhaps your old armor will do.

[ All that shitty leather witcher armor, because seriously. That stuff can't possibly fit anymore. ]

[whattaprick]

I get the feeling she's not going to go for it. A beat up coat's a lot softer, you know?

[atouts]

Well, she isn't going to get a choice in the matter. I'm not leaving my coat in a pigsty.

[puddingemote]

Congrats, Massichi! You're gonna be a grandpa too.

[atouts]

I don't believe that's my name, Mr. Yotsuba.

[puddingemote]

Mr. Yotsuba isn't my name either.

[Don't be such a spoilsport!]

[atouts]

[ Sorry, he's the worst. ]

Oh? So you prefer Mr. Tamaki?

[puddingemote]

Ehh... I mean, when you say it like that, it just sounds like I'm in trouble...

[atouts]

Could be that you are.

[ Making up names for people, honestly... ]

[puddingemote]

It's fun, though. Don't be a tightwad, Massichi.