[Freddy insists because of all the lasers and healing foam and DNA testing and all kinds of other weird shit you can't find anywhere else...like surgeons with four arms. If they had that in this world that doctor would be a fucking billionaire.]
[Free healthcare with enough know-how to prevent disease outbreaks where possible. Yep. Freddy's still not convinced, but it's really not much of an argument so much as it is celebratory banter. Wait are they actually getting along instead of snapping at each other??]
I gotta say this is the most I've ever been in and out of a hospital since I was delivered.
[Freddy nods, concurring with Larry they'd never had to see a doctor so much until they met. Ahem. That thought doesn't seem to bother Freddy much though.]
[Sometimes Freddy Newendyke is the measuring stick of normalcy for the old man. He reaches over for a pat, pat to his shoulder. Just because.]
I mighta got shots as a kid. That's it though. No big need. I mean, unless you're real sick or you got tore up good. A miracle what some flopping will do without blood though.
[Look ones. Look twice. He checks the road ahead too but what kid?]
They sure did, smart ass. And I didn't learn my ABCs with dinosaurs.
[Sass levels are at a normal, and not stinging. This means that the balance is restoring slowly. And maybe their continual streak of evasion is allowing an even keel. Holy shit.]
[Hey. Butterscotch blonde hair goes all over the place but it settles back into shape within seconds. Ptthhthhb. He blows a lock out of his eyes. Even Freddy's hair has reset back to the way it was those years ago.]
That what you call baiting? Huh? Trying to get me to do my worse then turn it right back around?
[That is what cops do, is it not? For now he attempts to pull back his interest. Like he doesn't care for those honey locks or the set of Freddy's mouth.]
Won't work.
[Fighting right back. Larry should know better, he should try to stay reserved. There's no guarantee it'll be this free flowing for long.]
[SHRUG. No need to rework a method that already does the job. Heh heh heh.]
Says you.
[Freddy says with the smugness of a police officer pulling his shades down. Shit where are his sunglasses? Probably in the backseat or on the floor mats. That's one thing he's glad they salvaged.]
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-06 11:39 pm
no subject
[Freddy insists because of all the lasers and healing foam and DNA testing and all kinds of other weird shit you can't find anywhere else...like surgeons with four arms. If they had that in this world that doctor would be a fucking billionaire.]
Cause we're not in the Bahamas.
[That's a joke, Dimmy.]
no subject
In jail.
[They took steady care of them if they belly ached. They didn't go out of their way to investigate. Does that count? Shrug.]
I got the most doctoring there.
[Which is Not Normal.]
They got something like that here, you know. Okay. So it isn't fucking voodoo....
no subject
[Free healthcare with enough know-how to prevent disease outbreaks where possible. Yep. Freddy's still not convinced, but it's really not much of an argument so much as it is celebratory banter. Wait are they actually getting along instead of snapping at each other??]
no subject
[Sssh. Maybe if they keep going on like it is normal it'll stay that way.]
I'm healthy as a horse. I don't need it much anyways. This is the most I've ever seen any kind of doctor. What about you? Before now that is.
[No snapping, more comfort. Maybe a shred of acceptance that fuck this is their lot right now.]
no subject
[Freddy nods, concurring with Larry they'd never had to see a doctor so much until they met. Ahem. That thought doesn't seem to bother Freddy much though.]
no subject
[Sometimes Freddy Newendyke is the measuring stick of normalcy for the old man. He reaches over for a pat, pat to his shoulder. Just because.]
I mighta got shots as a kid. That's it though. No big need. I mean, unless you're real sick or you got tore up good. A miracle what some flopping will do without blood though.
no subject
They did that when you were a kid?
[Implying Larry Dimick just might predate vaccination, heh heh heh.]
no subject
They sure did, smart ass. And I didn't learn my ABCs with dinosaurs.
[Sass levels are at a normal, and not stinging. This means that the balance is restoring slowly. And maybe their continual streak of evasion is allowing an even keel. Holy shit.]
If you have to ask, that is.
no subject
[Ever so casual SHRUG at this remark.]
no subject
[The answer is likely no. The old man reaches on over and rough's over Freddy's hair.]
You're a lucky fuck I'm driving. You're gonna get it though. Mark my words.
no subject
[Hey. Butterscotch blonde hair goes all over the place but it settles back into shape within seconds. Ptthhthhb. He blows a lock out of his eyes. Even Freddy's hair has reset back to the way it was those years ago.]
I'll believe it when I see it.
[He mouths off with ease.]
no subject
That what you call baiting? Huh? Trying to get me to do my worse then turn it right back around?
[That is what cops do, is it not? For now he attempts to pull back his interest. Like he doesn't care for those honey locks or the set of Freddy's mouth.]
Won't work.
[Fighting right back. Larry should know better, he should try to stay reserved. There's no guarantee it'll be this free flowing for long.]
no subject
[SHRUG. No need to rework a method that already does the job. Heh heh heh.]
Says you.
[Freddy says with the smugness of a police officer pulling his shades down. Shit where are his sunglasses? Probably in the backseat or on the floor mats. That's one thing he's glad they salvaged.]