[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?]
[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?
[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.]
[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.]
[Cornered in the conversation and soon to be up close too. Larry leans down and grips the headboard close to Freddy's head. Brown eyes are searching into his face, still hot, still angry.]
What about them apples makes you think that I'm going to fuck any lady willing especially without your say?
[Alcohol on his breath isn't enough to make him drunk. Maybe enough to make him bold.]
[Instinctively Freddy seems to shrink back just a smidge. Nothing against Larry, it's just what a smaller guy does when he's trapped in by a bigger guy. Caramel green eyes flick left then right then left then at Larry then right then left. He licks his lips. Freddy doesn't know what to say.]
[Freddy blurts out in a panic and he already knows it could be taken so many different ways it'll probably be taken the worst way when really the kid just doesn't want either of them to have to see the work on his belly.]
[So much for trying to remain neutral, shirtless he turns. There for the kid to see is his City given tattoo. Somehow he's got some scars from a shooting that didn't happen. Might have happened. It's all confusing.]
Yeah I'm serious. A shower. You know to bathe? You got wax in your ears? I'm not gonna fuck you while you're like this.
[That was not what he was expecting. Not after the outburst, the reiteration of where the old crook stands. He's floored.]
Fine.
[Turning away he heads into the small, small bathroom. Larry already feels smothered on his own in the space with his thoughts. Before anything else crosses his mind to say he drops trow and shuts the door. Part of him thinks Freddy will change his mind.
But he said he didn't feel like it.
The water takes a bit to warm up. What sort of satisfaction would really be had by wanking in the shower at this point. He wonders, oh he wonders.]
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[Snort. He's got you there, Newendyke.]
...No I'm not...!
[Classy, real classy.]
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Then what? What, kid. Because something's not jiving.
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Just forget about it.
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[Those four words are right under his skin like a sliver and festering right with I can't talk about it now.]
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[Freddy narrows his eyes. How else does one perfect the art of denial without readily recognizing it in others too.]
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[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.]
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[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?]
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[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.]
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[Bark bark bark yap yip bark snap. That's what this is. Complete with flapping hands.]
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[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.]
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How the fuck do you expect me not to throw a fucking bitch fit over that?
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[Does it count when those three words are spoken in such a way??]
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What about them apples makes you think that I'm going to fuck any lady willing especially without your say?
[Alcohol on his breath isn't enough to make him drunk. Maybe enough to make him bold.]
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[Instinctively Freddy seems to shrink back just a smidge. Nothing against Larry, it's just what a smaller guy does when he's trapped in by a bigger guy. Caramel green eyes flick left then right then left then at Larry then right then left. He licks his lips. Freddy doesn't know what to say.]
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You're a real shit.
[Opposite paw combs back his hair in the direction he's looking. His heart feels swollen and heavy. Nothing bad. It ain't no bullet to the gut.]
A real fucking piece of work.
[Trapped and somehow trying to bait him with the saliva on his lips. Larry snorts and shakes his head. He starts to pull back.]
I'm gonna shower.
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Okay...
[He nods, looking at Larry only out the corners of his eyes, tail tucked, ears low.]
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Coming or what?
[May as well get his shirt off in the process. Just a shower. Uh. Right?]
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[Freddy blurts out in a panic and he already knows it could be taken so many different ways it'll probably be taken the worst way when really the kid just doesn't want either of them to have to see the work on his belly.]
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Yeah I'm serious. A shower. You know to bathe? You got wax in your ears? I'm not gonna fuck you while you're like this.
[Physically. Mentally.]
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No.
[No wax in his ears.] I don't feel like it....
[He can change the dressing on his stomach himself.]
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Fine.
[Turning away he heads into the small, small bathroom. Larry already feels smothered on his own in the space with his thoughts. Before anything else crosses his mind to say he drops trow and shuts the door. Part of him thinks Freddy will change his mind.
But he said he didn't feel like it.
The water takes a bit to warm up. What sort of satisfaction would really be had by wanking in the shower at this point. He wonders, oh he wonders.]