[Larry's ears are ringing with the shrillness of the girlfriend's voice. Except he doesn't even see her. He's dimly aware that Mister Dog is pulling him in the same direction that the kid is strutting. Maybe he's just walking but sure as shit the old man swears it is a full out strut.
Fucking tough guy. Hot shot son of a bitch. Downing brown bums like they're literal shit.]
We'll talk about hard when we got better scenery.
[He clears his throat. The neighborhood around them is flowing from concerned at the fuss, sheer silent appreciation and now going back to the way they were with the sun still pretty high and hot.]
That was a good one.
[This is the very start of the flow of appreciation.]
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Fucking tough guy. Hot shot son of a bitch. Downing brown bums like they're literal shit.]
We'll talk about hard when we got better scenery.
[He clears his throat. The neighborhood around them is flowing from concerned at the fuss, sheer silent appreciation and now going back to the way they were with the sun still pretty high and hot.]
That was a good one.
[This is the very start of the flow of appreciation.]