Tightening his arms around Wilson, House glared once again at the flying pig. It wasn't going to steal Jimmy from him, not if he had anything to say about it. He didn't care if it did have a mean looking rope sort of thing. "You're not getting Jimmy, flying pig!" He warned, briefly pointing menacingly at the pig and then going back to tightly gripping the shirt at Wilson's back.
"I... didn't take anything," he continued, squinting in thought. "I don't... think. But that doesn't matter!" He grinned, resting his chin on Wilson's neck. Bah, was he over-heating? Maybe it was the fire on the wall next to them, but Wilson didn't seem to mind it, so maybe it was that magical fire stuff. "Nothing matters when Jimmy's here!"
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Date: 2007-03-11 02:01 am (UTC)"I... didn't take anything," he continued, squinting in thought. "I don't... think. But that doesn't matter!" He grinned, resting his chin on Wilson's neck. Bah, was he over-heating? Maybe it was the fire on the wall next to them, but Wilson didn't seem to mind it, so maybe it was that magical fire stuff. "Nothing matters when Jimmy's here!"