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orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
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We got lots of places to piss and he wanted to be sure to find the one he liked the very best.
[The dog is now sniffling and snuffling all over every surface.]
He kinda stinks.
[Like a dog. Larry slowly lets him off the rope leash and collar. He's off finding! It's not a hurricane of destruction but a clear mission to smell everything in the house. Oh there's his friend sitting there!]
Kinda pisses me off he's just left like that. Like collateral. Dogs and kids don't deserve that.
[The dog is now sniffling and snuffling all over every surface.]
He kinda stinks.
[Like a dog. Larry slowly lets him off the rope leash and collar. He's off finding! It's not a hurricane of destruction but a clear mission to smell everything in the house. Oh there's his friend sitting there!]
Kinda pisses me off he's just left like that. Like collateral. Dogs and kids don't deserve that.
We have a shower.
[Freddy casually offers if the old man is feeling like getting his hands dirty to unstink the stinky beast. Heh. Hey hey. What are you doing, dog? The kid shifts on the couch to casually (tactically) watch where Mister Dog roams.]
It's not your operation.
[He reminds Larry before the man can start feeling guilty about it.]
[Freddy casually offers if the old man is feeling like getting his hands dirty to unstink the stinky beast. Heh. Hey hey. What are you doing, dog? The kid shifts on the couch to casually (tactically) watch where Mister Dog roams.]
It's not your operation.
[He reminds Larry before the man can start feeling guilty about it.]
[Crunch, munch, crunch. Mister Dog found a potato chip. Or what sounds like a potato chip. Larry lumbers over to grab him too late. It's already eaten.]
Shit. If he's gonna be with us, he's gonna have to shower. Phew.
[Mister Stink would be good too. He gets pulled along now trying to get to their small bathroom.]
I know. I don't want it to be. It's too much of a mess. Besides, I don't think I'm a head honcho sorta fuck.
Shit. If he's gonna be with us, he's gonna have to shower. Phew.
[Mister Stink would be good too. He gets pulled along now trying to get to their small bathroom.]
I know. I don't want it to be. It's too much of a mess. Besides, I don't think I'm a head honcho sorta fuck.
--!! Hey...!
[Freddy says, also belatedly catching the chip vacuum. The truth of it is he thinks he saw it first and he was going to eat it damnit. No it's not that old, he remembers possibly dropping it before the dynamic duo returned.]
You gotta learn some fuckin' manners, buddy.
[Says the not so mannerful kid, hah. Freddy shakes his head.]
Good. I don't want you to be.
[If he's going to be an ex-cop who basically abandoned his post after being kidnapped the least his kidnapper could do is not become a king pin...in Mexico of all places.]
[Freddy says, also belatedly catching the chip vacuum. The truth of it is he thinks he saw it first and he was going to eat it damnit. No it's not that old, he remembers possibly dropping it before the dynamic duo returned.]
You gotta learn some fuckin' manners, buddy.
[Says the not so mannerful kid, hah. Freddy shakes his head.]
Good. I don't want you to be.
[If he's going to be an ex-cop who basically abandoned his post after being kidnapped the least his kidnapper could do is not become a king pin...in Mexico of all places.]
....are you gonna teach him?
[Is there enough time to do so? He's trying to play it cool. Not get too attached. It's just a silly, stupid dog. Strong arming him to the bathroom doesn't take all that much because Mister Dog thinks it's a game.]
You got what you wanted right there. It'd have to be the sweetest fucking deal there ever was for me to even think about taking it.
[Gonna stay where you are kid? If not. Larry's gonna take off his shirt at least while he is gonna shove the dog into the shower.]
[Is there enough time to do so? He's trying to play it cool. Not get too attached. It's just a silly, stupid dog. Strong arming him to the bathroom doesn't take all that much because Mister Dog thinks it's a game.]
You got what you wanted right there. It'd have to be the sweetest fucking deal there ever was for me to even think about taking it.
[Gonna stay where you are kid? If not. Larry's gonna take off his shirt at least while he is gonna shove the dog into the shower.]
....I could. You don't think I could?
[Remember the toucan? The alien toucan? This kid tamed a goddamn shape shifting carnivorous alien. That has to count for something. As for staying where he is, yes. For now. Because he's lazy. Freddy is turning in his seat though, enough to twist and watch Larry move Mister Dog. Larry who is now suddenly without his shirt.]
Are you gonna shower together?
[No snark. Not really. Not much. It's just a question!!]
[Remember the toucan? The alien toucan? This kid tamed a goddamn shape shifting carnivorous alien. That has to count for something. As for staying where he is, yes. For now. Because he's lazy. Freddy is turning in his seat though, enough to twist and watch Larry move Mister Dog. Larry who is now suddenly without his shirt.]
Are you gonna shower together?
[No snark. Not really. Not much. It's just a question!!]
Now'd be a good time to start. Dunno how long we'll be putting him up until we find out who he belongs to.
[Such a delivery, it's nearly like he doesn't want the dog. Except sometimes he's made of cellophane. Freddy could write a book on the old man, he probably knows.
Shirt off, now belt.]
I got no better idea to wash him up. We're short on a yard and a garden hose. And I think we should watch our pesos getting this guy washed professionally.
[Tug, tug. C'mon, Mister Dog.]
[Such a delivery, it's nearly like he doesn't want the dog. Except sometimes he's made of cellophane. Freddy could write a book on the old man, he probably knows.
Shirt off, now belt.]
I got no better idea to wash him up. We're short on a yard and a garden hose. And I think we should watch our pesos getting this guy washed professionally.
[Tug, tug. C'mon, Mister Dog.]
He's gonna get you stinking like him.
[Freddy says in a matter of fact way, as a matter of fact Larry should just believe him. Is the shower even big enough for the two of them?? As for the act, yes, he sees right through it. Mr. White and Mister Dog are already bonding.]
[Freddy says in a matter of fact way, as a matter of fact Larry should just believe him. Is the shower even big enough for the two of them?? As for the act, yes, he sees right through it. Mr. White and Mister Dog are already bonding.]
So I'll wash too. I got this.
[So he hopes. Mister Dog can't wear cologne. Mr. White can. That means he'll stink like it. Hopefully he won't stink at all. Washing in the same place won't really do that, will it? Belt off of the old man.]
You wanna get some dish soap? Only if we got the liquid kind. That might be what he needs. Real shit.
[That's your invitation to help in some way kid.]
[So he hopes. Mister Dog can't wear cologne. Mr. White can. That means he'll stink like it. Hopefully he won't stink at all. Washing in the same place won't really do that, will it? Belt off of the old man.]
You wanna get some dish soap? Only if we got the liquid kind. That might be what he needs. Real shit.
[That's your invitation to help in some way kid.]
..........
[After sort of staring at them for a moment Freddy finally gets off his ass to mosey into the kitchen. One bottle of Dawn and a towel later he's darkening the doorway to the bathroom.]
Are you sure you got this?
[That's your invitation to say you need help--er, ask him to help in some way, old man.]
[After sort of staring at them for a moment Freddy finally gets off his ass to mosey into the kitchen. One bottle of Dawn and a towel later he's darkening the doorway to the bathroom.]
Are you sure you got this?
[That's your invitation to say you need help--er, ask him to help in some way, old man.]
[Larry has the shower's door open. The frosted glass should keep some mess out. Should. Mister Dog is slowly catching on as to what's happening with his new friends. He is suddenly more difficult to maneuver. Larry pulls him through the threshold, front legs first. Then back legs. He kicks a little but settles. The old bear puts a paw on him to keep him still as he looks over his shoulder to Freddy.]
I dunno if there'll be room for the three of us but stay there in case he tries to bolt.
I dunno if there'll be room for the three of us but stay there in case he tries to bolt.
I've got towels.
[Freddy says, raising both arms to show a towel in each after already passing over the soap. Yes this is how much confidence he has in the old man's ability to wash Mister Dog.]
[Freddy says, raising both arms to show a towel in each after already passing over the soap. Yes this is how much confidence he has in the old man's ability to wash Mister Dog.]
Oh.
[Forgot about those. Ahem. He takes one and acts like it's the most natural thing in the world for Freddy to be there and anticipate his need for towels. Maybe it has been a bit since he's washed a dog. Let alone his dog.
Toucans don't need to be washed like this.]
Can't be too hard. I mean, he's in here.
[Jinxing words. He gives Freddy a nod and he's shutting the door. The frosted glass door isn't exactly a solid seal so it stays a little open. Hence Freddy sticking by. All the same he turns on the faucet. Water starts off cold. It always does here. Larry flinches. Mister Dog whines and makes for his knees.]
Hey. Heeey.
[Forgot about those. Ahem. He takes one and acts like it's the most natural thing in the world for Freddy to be there and anticipate his need for towels. Maybe it has been a bit since he's washed a dog. Let alone his dog.
Toucans don't need to be washed like this.]
Can't be too hard. I mean, he's in here.
[Jinxing words. He gives Freddy a nod and he's shutting the door. The frosted glass door isn't exactly a solid seal so it stays a little open. Hence Freddy sticking by. All the same he turns on the faucet. Water starts off cold. It always does here. Larry flinches. Mister Dog whines and makes for his knees.]
Hey. Heeey.
[Day one without Mister Dog was harder than the old man imagined. Not hard like it was integrating into their new homeland or realizing that they've had their whole life changed. But hard in a way that he had to stop purposely dropping a chip or two on the floor because no one would be there to eat it.
And he did make it a point to commend those detective skills from the one and only cop he trusts. That's Freddy.]
Hey.
[Said to that brilliant detective.]
What do you feel like eating?
[The old man is sprawled on the couch not quite watching the game show on the tube.]
And he did make it a point to commend those detective skills from the one and only cop he trusts. That's Freddy.]
Hey.
[Said to that brilliant detective.]
What do you feel like eating?
[The old man is sprawled on the couch not quite watching the game show on the tube.]
[While the kid resented having to share scraps with the big old beast he has to admit seeing Larry drop a chip or two (sometimes in a way where he thinks Freddy won't notice) just makes him sad. Stupid dog. Stupid Rey Ray. Stupid everything. Sigh.]
I dunno. Mexican?
[He suggests from the matching chair where he's also sprawled out because frankly the old man is a big guy and there's not enough room on that couch for the two of them (when they're not doing a horizontal boogie).
Also his food suggestion is a joke, old man. Because they're in Mexico. Get it??]
I dunno. Mexican?
[He suggests from the matching chair where he's also sprawled out because frankly the old man is a big guy and there's not enough room on that couch for the two of them (when they're not doing a horizontal boogie).
Also his food suggestion is a joke, old man. Because they're in Mexico. Get it??]
You don't mind?
[Because it is clearly one fella's favorite. Tacos would cheer him up. Favorite food with his favorite guy. If only they could find a favorite place. That City joint was so good. Their struggle continues.]
They got other places.
[Meaning that he didn't get it like you meant it, funny guy. Larry still smiles.
Small couch, small chair, small place for their small budget for now. Even so making their own food will never be a thing except for microwave kinds.]
I don't want you getting sick of it.
[Larry moves to sit up. The furniture grunts and it scrapes a little on the floor. A normal noise. Their place is filled with em.]
[Because it is clearly one fella's favorite. Tacos would cheer him up. Favorite food with his favorite guy. If only they could find a favorite place. That City joint was so good. Their struggle continues.]
They got other places.
[Meaning that he didn't get it like you meant it, funny guy. Larry still smiles.
Small couch, small chair, small place for their small budget for now. Even so making their own food will never be a thing except for microwave kinds.]
I don't want you getting sick of it.
[Larry moves to sit up. The furniture grunts and it scrapes a little on the floor. A normal noise. Their place is filled with em.]
Edited 2014-03-13 07:34 (UTC)
Naw. It's just food.
[Just food, he says. Look take the invitation to indulge in comfort grub, Dimmy, Freddy's practically serving it up on a silver platter.
Scratch scratch creak.]
....On second thought maybe you need to lay off the greasy stuff.
[Freddy jokes.]
[Just food, he says. Look take the invitation to indulge in comfort grub, Dimmy, Freddy's practically serving it up on a silver platter.
Scratch scratch creak.]
....On second thought maybe you need to lay off the greasy stuff.
[Freddy jokes.]
[Have a face, Freddy.]
You mean order a taco salad?
[He's sitting up right but a scratch noise goes on for a bit....and then stops.]
Enough about me though, you should try a little more greens. And not the salsa verde.
[Sitting up might make more room on the couch for two if someone's willing.]
You mean order a taco salad?
[He's sitting up right but a scratch noise goes on for a bit....and then stops.]
Enough about me though, you should try a little more greens. And not the salsa verde.
[Sitting up might make more room on the couch for two if someone's willing.]
Are you saying I'm not healthy?
[Being a smoker and an eater of things straight from the can oh and also beer with his cereal. Freddy's up on his feet now seeing the spot on the couch open up but...
Scratch scratch scratch. Whine.]
Motherfucker we have rats.
[Being a smoker and an eater of things straight from the can oh and also beer with his cereal. Freddy's up on his feet now seeing the spot on the couch open up but...
Scratch scratch scratch. Whine.]
Motherfucker we have rats.
I'm saying you should eat more greens if I'm gonna lay off the greasy stuff.
[A big arm drapes behind where he thinks Freddy is going to sit. Now he can hear it.]
Jesus fuckin' Christ! That's the one thing that the goddamn land lord said we wouldn't have.
[Except the particular pitch of the whine. Larry leans forward and freezes. No. It can't be? Can it?]
[A big arm drapes behind where he thinks Freddy is going to sit. Now he can hear it.]
Jesus fuckin' Christ! That's the one thing that the goddamn land lord said we wouldn't have.
[Except the particular pitch of the whine. Larry leans forward and freezes. No. It can't be? Can it?]
I'll get my gun--
[Whut. Is that what he thinks he heard....no. It can't be. Really?? Freddy's expression grows skeptical.]
Must be a big rat....
[Or a big old Mister Dog. Or worse, word traveled down the barkvine and now all mutts think this is a halfway house.]
[Whut. Is that what he thinks he heard....no. It can't be. Really?? Freddy's expression grows skeptical.]
Must be a big rat....
[Or a big old Mister Dog. Or worse, word traveled down the barkvine and now all mutts think this is a halfway house.]
[Now the old man is on his feet too. He steps lightly, following the noise. Not behind the entertainment center. Not by the trash. It's the door. He stands to the side and then slooowly unlocks.]
I don't think it's a rat.
[He turns the knob and then tries to look to their doorstep with only a sliver of the door open. A big, thumping tail his against the wood and the rest of a furry body tries to press through.]
Son of a gun.
I don't think it's a rat.
[He turns the knob and then tries to look to their doorstep with only a sliver of the door open. A big, thumping tail his against the wood and the rest of a furry body tries to press through.]
Son of a gun.
How'd he get here??
[Freddy asks, seeing that nose push in, then a big old skull, followed by broad doggie shoulders and a thick torso. The dog is in. As if the old man was really going to keep Mister Dog out.
[Freddy asks, seeing that nose push in, then a big old skull, followed by broad doggie shoulders and a thick torso. The dog is in. As if the old man was really going to keep Mister Dog out.
[Put him out? He just got here! Larry shuts the door. Mister Dog is still whining a little. His tail wags and wags.]
What's the matter with you? Huh? Did you go for a walk?
[Still a dog. Still can't talk. He knees and suddenly he's getting a face full of dog sniffing, snorting and trying to taste after shave. Okay. Greeted the old one. The other one? Look out Freddy, he's comin' for you!]
What's the matter with you? Huh? Did you go for a walk?
[Still a dog. Still can't talk. He knees and suddenly he's getting a face full of dog sniffing, snorting and trying to taste after shave. Okay. Greeted the old one. The other one? Look out Freddy, he's comin' for you!]
Why'd you run, boy.
[In any other situation Freddy would sound like an aviator shades wearing cop. Oh no here he comes all sixty-something pounds of him.]
Hey hey calm down, don't jump on me...!
[Hands flap out to ensure the dog doesn't knock him down on the couch.]
[In any other situation Freddy would sound like an aviator shades wearing cop. Oh no here he comes all sixty-something pounds of him.]
Hey hey calm down, don't jump on me...!
[Hands flap out to ensure the dog doesn't knock him down on the couch.]
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