coalcarrier

[coalcarrier]

Porter blinked once , looking Brexit up and down. He didn’t look like any other train he’d seen before. He was definitely old .. was that the union jack on his chest ? This engine must’ve been made in the United Kingdom , like him !

“ Who are you ? “ He said , curiously .. and a bit too loud from excitement , his accent seeping through the syllables.

Porter didn’t ask how the engine got in , as he honestly didn’t care. His shed was open for visitors , so he didn’t mind the new face — he didn’t look like he could cause much harm anyway.

He chewed on the end of his lip mindlessly as he waited for a response , rocking his wheel back and forth on the wood. He locked eyes with Brexit for a brief moment , but quickly looked away , keeping his gaze to the small fibers on the couch cushion.

😴 - @chip-chip-its-brexit

Porter had just put on a fresh pair of pajamas , making extra sure they were soft as soft could be after the accident and the laundromat last week that caused the washers and driers to be busted until they finally had gotten fixed yesterday. The coal truck hadn’t expected a guest , but he usually left his door unlocked for a wary traveler to rest their head. The freights never got into much trouble , so the gesture never served any harm to Porter.

The coal truck tousled with his red hair , stretching a bit before rolling over to his room , humming as he moved along. As he flopped down on his bed , he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling for a bit. Today had been a good day , he thought to himself as he mindlessly hummed a tune to himself. He had met up with Lumber and Slick and had a great talk on how to be a better freight with Rusty.

He could feel his eyes drooping now , sleep starting to wash over him. Porter took it as a sign and crawled deeper into bed, lifting up the old comforter and cuddling up inside of the bed, taking up most of the twin bed with just his arm span. Lumber had been telling him to getting a bigger bed for months now , but he liked his twin sized one. What’s the point of throwing away something that wasn’t broken ? His thoughts slowed as sleep slowly started to overtake him , closing his eyes with a soft , satisfied , hum.

[coalcarrier]

Porter tossed and turned in his sleep , seemingly having a rough night. He didn’t wake up until a few hours later. To his surprise , the green engine was still there , though now slumped over on a nearby couch chair.

Porter yawned , hastily getting up and stretching. He rubbed his eyes and blinked a few times. As they were adjusting , he saw in the still dim light that the engine was in fact not Green Arrow but some weird looking old train with a funny looking hat .. did anyone even wear those anymore ? Porter was none the wiser.

He got off the couch , groaning a bit at his stiff limbs but making his way to chair in which Brexit sat , shaking him awake lazily. He crossed his arms after a sign of life came from the other , a curious expression on his face as he cocked his head.

😴 - @chip-chip-its-brexit

Porter had just put on a fresh pair of pajamas , making extra sure they were soft as soft could be after the accident and the laundromat last week that caused the washers and driers to be busted until they finally had gotten fixed yesterday. The coal truck hadn’t expected a guest , but he usually left his door unlocked for a wary traveler to rest their head. The freights never got into much trouble , so the gesture never served any harm to Porter.

The coal truck tousled with his red hair , stretching a bit before rolling over to his room , humming as he moved along. As he flopped down on his bed , he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling for a bit. Today had been a good day , he thought to himself as he mindlessly hummed a tune to himself. He had met up with Lumber and Slick and had a great talk on how to be a better freight with Rusty.

He could feel his eyes drooping now , sleep starting to wash over him. Porter took it as a sign and crawled deeper into bed, lifting up the old comforter and cuddling up inside of the bed, taking up most of the twin bed with just his arm span. Lumber had been telling him to getting a bigger bed for months now , but he liked his twin sized one. What’s the point of throwing away something that wasn’t broken ? His thoughts slowed as sleep slowly started to overtake him , closing his eyes with a soft , satisfied , hum.

[coalcarrier]

Loud snoring racked the room Porter was in. So loud , even , that Brexit was able to faintly hear it from outside the shed.

Porter wasn’t waking up anytime soon , at least he thought so.

When Porter next awoke , he was flopped on the grey couch with some green engine looking over him. How did he get in here ?

“ Green Arrow .. ? “ The coal truck mumbled , half asleep. He tried to get himself up , but he was too tired to even open his eyes fully. The last thing he heard before he dozed back off was some sharp laughter .. Just great , Green Arrow was laughing at him now.

😴 - @chip-chip-its-brexit

Porter had just put on a fresh pair of pajamas , making extra sure they were soft as soft could be after the accident and the laundromat last week that caused the washers and driers to be busted until they finally had gotten fixed yesterday. The coal truck hadn’t expected a guest , but he usually left his door unlocked for a wary traveler to rest their head. The freights never got into much trouble , so the gesture never served any harm to Porter.

The coal truck tousled with his red hair , stretching a bit before rolling over to his room , humming as he moved along. As he flopped down on his bed , he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling for a bit. Today had been a good day , he thought to himself as he mindlessly hummed a tune to himself. He had met up with Lumber and Slick and had a great talk on how to be a better freight with Rusty.

He could feel his eyes drooping now , sleep starting to wash over him. Porter took it as a sign and crawled deeper into bed, lifting up the old comforter and cuddling up inside of the bed, taking up most of the twin bed with just his arm span. Lumber had been telling him to getting a bigger bed for months now , but he liked his twin sized one. What’s the point of throwing away something that wasn’t broken ? His thoughts slowed as sleep slowly started to overtake him , closing his eyes with a soft , satisfied , hum.

[coalcarrier]

😴 - @chip-chip-its-brexit

Porter had just put on a fresh pair of pajamas , making extra sure they were soft as soft could be after the accident and the laundromat last week that caused the washers and driers to be busted until they finally had gotten fixed yesterday. The coal truck hadn’t expected a guest , but he usually left his door unlocked for a wary traveler to rest their head. The freights never got into much trouble , so the gesture never served any harm to Porter.

The coal truck tousled with his red hair , stretching a bit before rolling over to his room , humming as he moved along. As he flopped down on his bed , he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling for a bit. Today had been a good day , he thought to himself as he mindlessly hummed a tune to himself. He had met up with Lumber and Slick and had a great talk on how to be a better freight with Rusty.

He could feel his eyes drooping now , sleep starting to wash over him. Porter took it as a sign and crawled deeper into bed, lifting up the old comforter and cuddling up inside of the bed, taking up most of the twin bed with just his arm span. Lumber had been telling him to getting a bigger bed for months now , but he liked his twin sized one. What’s the point of throwing away something that wasn’t broken ? His thoughts slowed as sleep slowly started to overtake him , closing his eyes with a soft , satisfied , hum.