Pig sat quietly in the recliner of the living room. Though he could not see it, he knew the day must getting rather late, as he could feel the sun's warm rays beaming onto his face. He could feel the shadows cast upon his blind eyes by his blond hair as he sat, breathing in slowly, taking in the moment. Most days he either listened to the TV or radio, and when he got lucky and the voice commands worked, would watch YouTube if he could. But sometimes he really did just enjoy being alone with his thoughts. It didn't take much for him to achieve a feeling of sensory deprivation, considering he was already deprived of one major sense already. His stomach growled then, and it was always much more apparent to him than anyone else when it did, because of his hearing. His face blushed and he rubbed his belly, wondering when Peter would be home to have dinner.

And just as he had sat there wondering about it, he heard a jingle of keys at the front door. He turned his head quickly at the sound. He couldn't help but let a smile break upon his face. As the door opened, he could hear the familiar footsteps of Peter and a sense of relief flooded over him. He enjoyed spending time with Peter, and it was always more enjoyable than anything he had previously done throughout the day.

"Aye bucky, 'tis 'at yew?"