[If he had a foxy ear it would flick from that kiss. What a nice gesture. Very soothing. Very knowing. Knowing that Freddy is being a fucking saint about this situation.]
He's a dog. That's what they do.
[Be hungry and sleep and drool unless they're police officers, then suddenly they're amazing athletes who have your back. The kid doubts both scenarios where Mister Dog is concern.]
[Meaning that someone's gonna get quite a bit of appreciation in more ways than one for this saintly tolerance. Who the hell knows how long he'll put up with it.]
One snack on us. A good night's sleep. But then he'll have to take the long walk back. I've never stolen anybody's pet before. I don't plan on it.
[Spoken as though he really is a third party to his own emotions. Except shit, it's all lip service right now until Mister Dog is back in his own yard. Larry pats his big head.]
Are you saying he's caught up in the system? Last I checked he's avoided the cops. He's flying under the radar with friends in high places. I know a lot more guys who have it real fuckin' rough.
You just dunno. I think he's getting by on the seat of his pants, you know? Living off the kindness of strangers. He likes us. He liked Marisol I guess. He's walking a tightrope. Twenty-one doesn't mean he's got it together. Fuck. What'd you know then?
[It's an age that Freddy is closer to than the old man for one. Even though they're bullshitting as much as can be this is a very interesting line of conversation.]
Barely by the time I got out of the academy. I had a shaved head.
[Freddy runs his freckled fingers through his own now very much not shaved head. The butterscotch blond flops right back into place, the same way his feet are flopping to use Mister Dog as an ottoman.]
[Looking at him, knowing him as a "real person" first before knowing he is a cop the old man wondered what else could have been in store for Freddy Newendyke. Good looking son of a gun, true blue and easy going he could have been something else easy. Except he got that inclination to try and save people who don't deserve it and uphold laws that are flawed. How the fuck do y'know that at twenty one?]
Would you do it again? [He pauses and then remembers that he'd rather not talk about all that's in his head.] The shave I mean. I can't picture it.
[Both paws go to the side of his head and flatten his hair.]
[Does he really want the kid to talk about it? Would he dare suggest the kid try out for the Juarez Police Department or whatever? He wouldn't dare. Freddy has LAPD in his blood. Had...oh. That's what he meant. Freddy snorts.]
No fucking way, man. Shaved heads are a dime a dozen, on the force, on the streets, in the jails.
[Flap flap of his hand.] It takes a super cool guy with super confidence to wear it like I do.
[Smart bear can match a smart fox. Sometimes. Now that he has this cool guy's hair at hand he combs it back. It's long, not as long as it got in the City. But still quite a bit to hold.]
I think the close cut would make you look a little severe.
[A cop's haircut after all.]
Well, your twenty one with all that going on just goes to show you're made of different stuff then this guy.
[He might be a sort of fox beast but when that paw rubs his scalp he can't help but want to purrrrrr...]
A little? I'm already severe.
[Freddy says, knowing full well on first sight most people wouldn't think so. He's a shorter guy after all with a big roman nose and a somewhat dopey face. That is, when he doesn't have to assert any command presence. Freddy could put that on at the drop of a dime.]
[Rub, rub. Even though he knows that his hair won't stay back without a comb and some hair product he still combs, combs. It's soothing to the touch and to this severe fox face.]
Sure are. Right out killer.
[In the best way for him. Somewhat dopey. But it's a look all his own. Changeable from very friendly to authoritative badge wearing asshole. Somehow alluring to the old crook.]
Don't you dare tell your mother that. I mean, so she didn't do that to you at twenty one but for a long ass time.
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He's a dog. That's what they do.
[Be hungry and sleep and drool unless they're police officers, then suddenly they're amazing athletes who have your back. The kid doubts both scenarios where Mister Dog is concern.]
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One snack on us. A good night's sleep. But then he'll have to take the long walk back. I've never stolen anybody's pet before. I don't plan on it.
[Spoken as though he really is a third party to his own emotions. Except shit, it's all lip service right now until Mister Dog is back in his own yard. Larry pats his big head.]
It's kidnapping.
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[Freddy reasons in the most casual way because Mister Dog can't vouch for himself hah.]
He's not a minor either, he has to be...three or four...that's twenty-one in dog ears. He makes his own decisions.
[SHRUG.]
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[Mister Dog now feeling more at home again flows down at both of their feet. There's enough hound for the both of them to share some of the weight.]
Maybe but you gotta take into consideration he's had a hard time. Orphaned and on the run, then pawned. He's caught in the game.
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[Freddy points at that big dog head.]
This guy's just not one of them.
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[It's an age that Freddy is closer to than the old man for one. Even though they're bullshitting as much as can be this is a very interesting line of conversation.]
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[Freddy says with a cool amount of pride. That's his rookie year in cop talk, old man. Yeah, what were you doing??]
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Really? Not old enough to drink and all that?
[Legally drink, he nearly says. Freddy might have had a few cold ones but c'mon. He would be a law abiding son of a gun. Larry knows it.]
Mister, he's trying to make you look bad.
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[Freddy runs his freckled fingers through his own now very much not shaved head. The butterscotch blond flops right back into place, the same way his feet are flopping to use Mister Dog as an ottoman.]
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Would you do it again? [He pauses and then remembers that he'd rather not talk about all that's in his head.] The shave I mean. I can't picture it.
[Both paws go to the side of his head and flatten his hair.]
Shave your head, not party.
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No fucking way, man. Shaved heads are a dime a dozen, on the force, on the streets, in the jails.
[Flap flap of his hand.] It takes a super cool guy with super confidence to wear it like I do.
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I think the close cut would make you look a little severe.
[A cop's haircut after all.]
Well, your twenty one with all that going on just goes to show you're made of different stuff then this guy.
[The dog.]
You had shit going for you. Him? What's he got?
[Bad breath.]
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A little? I'm already severe.
[Freddy says, knowing full well on first sight most people wouldn't think so. He's a shorter guy after all with a big roman nose and a somewhat dopey face. That is, when he doesn't have to assert any command presence. Freddy could put that on at the drop of a dime.]
I never had free food and rent.
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Sure are. Right out killer.
[In the best way for him. Somewhat dopey. But it's a look all his own. Changeable from very friendly to authoritative badge wearing asshole. Somehow alluring to the old crook.]
Don't you dare tell your mother that. I mean, so she didn't do that to you at twenty one but for a long ass time.
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That's different.
[Totally utterly absolutely different, Larry Dimick!!]
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[Lawrence Dimick doesn't calculate dog years. Especially when it gets in the way with pulling Freddy's leg.]
Anyways, a good guy like you you're okay with housing a ruffian for a little bit. So we're clear.