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[orangetoughguy]

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[whitetwoguns]

[Being naturalistic as hell is Freddy's super power, it's true. Larry smells the bullshit. He still has a third degree burn from laser vision.]

Getting propositioned right there.

[To recap what just happened. Larry sits on the other bed, facing the reclining man trying to gauge. Two beds. One room. No homo. That's the idea anyway.]

Y'saw.

[orangetoughguy]

[Because all the one bed rooms were taken for the very same reason that chica was trying to get up on his old man, right??]

I saw. [Freddy confirms with a casual one-shoulder shrug.] She didn't work hard.

[Tread carefully, Dimmy, there's an implication here.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Right. And also Larry's not sure of what the fuck to make of it all. A room is a room. Two adults. And Freddy's been needing uninterrupted rest.]

A no is a no.

[Which he said, not once but twice. A stink eye helped make her shove off. True. And maybe she caught a whiff of something less desirable on papi.]

Guess she figured someone'd be more readily accepting of her offer. Not me. You saw.

[He says again. A bear can step softly. But what's soft to a bear might not be two a swift, surefooted fox.]

[orangetoughguy]

If I didn't see you would've said yes.

[Freddy says in a most matter of fact nonchalant tone like it doesn't matter he's just sharing his observation totally nothing doing. (It's anything but right now).]

[whitetwoguns]

No, I wouldn't have.

[Nonchalant? What's that? That might even be a little loud. He's not sure what burns more, the fact that Freddy sniffs out his needs and doesn't get them or accusing him of having no respect.]

She got feely. I woulda caught on sooner just not today.

[orangetoughguy]

Give me a break her M.O. was clear as fuckin' day from the start. You should've known that, you moved us in here.

[This is only night number two.]

You don't have to get defensive. [This, coming from Freddy Newendyke.] I know what you're into. [The one half Freddy can't quite give, and even less in his current state.]

[whitetwoguns]

Do you even hear yourself?

[Multiple insult. Move in here? Freddy, he has better taste even in dumps! Larry was going to take off his shoes, now he's not so sure.]

We're not movin' in here for one. And for another, maybe if you weren't accusing me then I wouldn't be defensive. I told her no. That's it.

[Huff! But he's not done just yet.]

You think I'm gonna go for pussy just because all of a sudden?

[orangetoughguy]

[He's going to ignore the first comment so he can address the others, but first Freddy turns in his seat to point at Larry.]

You wanted to take what she was offering. You didn't, I got that, but you wanted it.

[It wouldn't be the first time Dimmy salivated over a pair of tits. What's so wrong about it now, Newendyke??]

[whitetwoguns]

Yeah. I did. But not with her. Not here. Not now. And certainly not with our fucking money.

[Usually he's trying to keep it more cool, talk more softly. Larry's on his feet in response.]

I came here knowing that I'm not fucking any one of these girls. Call it a fucking moment of weakness, okay? I got em. That a crime?

[What a terrible and ironic use of the word, Dimmy.]

[orangetoughguy]

I didn't say it was a crime...!

[Oh no hands are flapping. This is starting to get out of hand.]

[whitetwoguns]

You're acting like I did something wrong.

[Man, that accusing tone is contagious or something. Larry just stares at him. Waiting to hear. What will it be? Looking and thinking about a lady or killing cops and running away.]

[orangetoughguy]

.....

[Snort. He's got you there, Newendyke.]

...No I'm not...!

[Classy, real classy.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Two big paws spread, exasperated. He then combs back his hair off of his forehead.]

Then what? What, kid. Because something's not jiving.

[orangetoughguy]

[Sorry, Lawrence Dimick, the kid's about to utter the four words you absolutely hate to hear. A freckled hand flaps in a wave of dismissal.]

Just forget about it.

[whitetwoguns]

How can I forget it when I don't know what this is about? You know why I'm here in this room right now.

[Those four words are right under his skin like a sliver and festering right with I can't talk about it now.]

[orangetoughguy]

You know.

[Freddy narrows his eyes. How else does one perfect the art of denial without readily recognizing it in others too.]

[whitetwoguns]

You didn't like that I thought about fucking a woman at all? That it? I can't read your mind.

[No matter how much he'd like to. And without the influence of the City he may never be privy to that sort of invasion or possibility.]

[orangetoughguy]

Well it's true right? You wanted to right?

[Why this is important to Freddy at all is something only the City could have provided by giving Lawrence Dimick the powers of a mind reader. But he didn't do it, he didn't go off to rub one out with a chica, so that should be important too right?]

[whitetwoguns]

I thought about the act of fucking pussy. If I wanted to, if I didn't give a fuck I wouldn't have turned her down!

[He's not sure why he's fighting right back. It's bullshit. Real bullshit.]

I got more brains than that. I got more respect than that. Shit, kid. What the hell do you think this is?

[Now his mind is going. Would this have been an issue in the City? It had hookers too. Larry shakes his head.]

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah and I can't exactly help you right now how do you think that makes me feel!

[Bark bark bark yap yip bark snap. That's what this is. Complete with flapping hands.]

[whitetwoguns]

Fuck! I'm not asking that of you! Jesus Christ. We're together. And you're around for more than a cum dump.

[Frustration coming out on his end too. Sexual, emotional, physical sorta feels nice to be yelling like a maniac.]

I didn't say nothing on purpose! Y'need fucking time.

[To heal and to begin with anything close to what they had back there...at least that was the message the old man got.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Huff and snort! Freddy folds his arms loosely across his chest and turns to watch the TV again. In any other circumstance he'd readily encourage him to get as far as he could with her before having to dine on the kid's dick. Even that scenario can't save this one, because they're not in those comfortable circumstances anymore.]

How the fuck do you expect me not to throw a fucking bitch fit over that?

[whitetwoguns]

I dunno.

[How do you like those two words, Officer? Larry is moving close to the TV. No way that will trump him for attention.]

Maybe because you know I want you. Or at least I thought you knew how I felt about you.

[Us.

Those comfortable circumstances are what he's been trying to paw for. Something, anything to help him keep going, not be stone walled.]

[orangetoughguy]

[He hates them. Out of his mouth they're fine because he's the police officer, he's the authority, he's got the badge and some scumbag in cuffs. When they're used on him? It's interfering with his investigation!!! Or just plain old hypocrisy.]

I know how you feel about me.

[Freddy admits, punctuating his admission with a heavy huff because the big old bear of a man is blocking the tube. So why all the annoyance, Newendyke? What is it? Maybe he doesn't think Larry will want to keep on loving him now that their comfort zone is gone.]

[whitetwoguns]

Say it. Tell me. I want to hear it.

[Even when Freddy won't say his side. At least the old man will feel as though the doubt of his side for at least a moment. Larry comes closer, still a thick brick laying wall of a man in front of the tube.]