[Money is all he's been after because it seems like the rest should come with it. Made men and women don't have worries about security or company. Every penniless fuck that's been down has seen it rubbed in their face that the wealthy make the world go 'round and keep the little guy fighting.
Truth or not, they still have to fight. And truth or not one big game win doesn't mean they'll have rest or be off of a hook. Freddy's been the old man's biggest asset outside of his own skill. He has had friends, partners. But a family and a life to kiss goodbye?]
Don't. You don't have to go thanking me or anything.
[Freddy points out with a foxy chirp, sort of casual, matter of fact. Because between the two of them Freddy may know how to be Marlon Brando but Larry knows how to play the actual game. Come on give yourself that credit, old man. He may not want you to touch his dick right now but he wants you to have at least that.]
[Freddy notes, again chirpy and casual because he's not a braggart no no. It was an achievement worthy of a little shine, but Larry's right. The kid will have a moment to shine even brighter because Freddy Newendyke doesn't quit when their skins are at stake.]
[Freddy quips. If he had ears they'd be sticking straight up and flicking with amusement while he licks his chops--oof. Hey. He returns the bump with one from his shoulder, a light and hardly serious check.]
Thanks. I've got watchful eyes.
[And sharp heightened senses, enough to feel paws going places where they shouldn't.] I try.
[The will to behave is strong so far. He sips it to occupy his mouth while he only uses two fingers to ensure a longer strand of hair stays tucked behind Freddy's ear.]
Money can't buy those eyes, pal.
[Or a good partner in crime. Or a good partner. This close Freddy has freckles and a less than a handful of fine lines to his face. A young man, so close to prime.]
I dunno when but you're really fucking full of surprises.
[Standing in place he nurses his beer. Ridiculous because their hotel room is actually pretty big. They paid for the space.]
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Truth or not, they still have to fight. And truth or not one big game win doesn't mean they'll have rest or be off of a hook. Freddy's been the old man's biggest asset outside of his own skill. He has had friends, partners. But a family and a life to kiss goodbye?]
Don't. You don't have to go thanking me or anything.
[It wasn't easy but what sort of skill was that?]
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[Freddy points out with a foxy chirp, sort of casual, matter of fact. Because between the two of them Freddy may know how to be Marlon Brando but Larry knows how to play the actual game. Come on give yourself that credit, old man. He may not want you to touch his dick right now but he wants you to have at least that.]
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[Robed and drying he gets a beer too. That was one fast draining six pack. He'll try and get another for them.]
You'll get your moment to shine bright too.
[Not a card game. Something else that will save their skins. He might not be getting exactly what he wants but the compliment is true.]
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[Freddy notes, again chirpy and casual because he's not a braggart no no. It was an achievement worthy of a little shine, but Larry's right. The kid will have a moment to shine even brighter because Freddy Newendyke doesn't quit when their skins are at stake.]
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[Larry comes closer to give a friendly, light shove.]
You were real fucking cool there, that didn't slip my mind.
[Like he ever stops being something worth marveling at. Part of what makes him so appealing.]
So far you've been the fucking rock of Gibraltar.
[A real solid, fixed point.]
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[Freddy quips. If he had ears they'd be sticking straight up and flicking with amusement while he licks his chops--oof. Hey. He returns the bump with one from his shoulder, a light and hardly serious check.]
Thanks. I've got watchful eyes.
[And sharp heightened senses, enough to feel paws going places where they shouldn't.] I try.
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Money can't buy those eyes, pal.
[Or a good partner in crime. Or a good partner. This close Freddy has freckles and a less than a handful of fine lines to his face. A young man, so close to prime.]
I dunno when but you're really fucking full of surprises.
[Standing in place he nurses his beer. Ridiculous because their hotel room is actually pretty big. They paid for the space.]