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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[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.