[Picky remains quiet, following after Pokey. He takes a seat nearby, glancing anxiously to the entrance of the room. No not-dad and not-mom or not-brother is going to come wandering in, right? He doesn't want anyone else here to mess the whole moment up.]
...They keep saying I've always been here.
[There's... something in his brother's voice that he's not quite understanding. That wasn't a welcome-welcome. That was... what was it?
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...They keep saying I've always been here.
[There's... something in his brother's voice that he's not quite understanding. That wasn't a welcome-welcome. That was... what was it?
He sets his jaw and sits up straighter.]
Pokey. Why's this place dangerous?