AND MY BROTHER GEORGE / pet pig

[roan ;]

SOOTHSAYER ❝ ROAN ❞ THE TYPHOON

Roan had never been much of a pet person, all things considered. Obviously he was willing to take care of things – Galaga often following him around was enough of a show of that – but he never actively went looking for companionship. Despite this, he could see the appeal of having a pet at your side, and he certainly didn't mind Galaga's company, especially when he was feeling down and just wanted a snuggle buddy. However, the soothsayer saw a rather large difference between his little – well, sort of little, nowadays – crocodile pet, and a pig. After all, in the medic's mind, pigs were rather messy and unsanitary, pushing their way around and causing ruckus. Of course, this was keeping in mind that Roan had never actually interacted with a pig, outside of seeing them in books or occasionally spotting them near the tavern. He was really only aware of the common stereotypes associated with pigs, rather than anything that actually went into caring for one.

This particular pig, though, was helped by the fact that Paintbrush was her owner. Roan didn't have it in him to say anything snide or disapproving about the pig, when it was Paint that he would end up having to deal with. It was because of this that the medic put on a curious tone as he approached, eying the pig from a bit of a distance, "Hello, Paintbrush. Is this... your pig? It must be new, or else I'm really going to need to get my eyes checked, because I don't remember seeing a pig with you when you joined..." Not only was Roan keeping a bit of a distance for his own comfort, but for his own health as well. One accidental slip of a small hoof, and the zombified feline would be down half a dozen stitches.

DON'T ASK FOR HELP, YOU'RE ALL ALONE
YOU'LL HAVE TO ANSWER TO YOUR OWN PRESSURE!

— Reggan