[ Ten minutes in, and there's already a ruckus. The source of it, a teenage boy with silver hair, a bizarre sense of acceptable fashion, and a shadowed look about his entire body that doesn't match the ray of sunlight he's lying in.
He's trying unsuccessfully to push a drowsy pig off of his leg. This would be easier if the pig were not roughly as big as he is, and considerably drunk. The boy looks furious, and would probably be doing much worse than his ineffective shoves and punches if he had something in reach. ]
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[ Ten minutes in, and there's already a ruckus. The source of it, a teenage boy with silver hair, a bizarre sense of acceptable fashion, and a shadowed look about his entire body that doesn't match the ray of sunlight he's lying in.
He's trying unsuccessfully to push a drowsy pig off of his leg. This would be easier if the pig were not roughly as big as he is, and considerably drunk. The boy looks furious, and would probably be doing much worse than his ineffective shoves and punches if he had something in reach. ]