orangetoughguy | logging iv

The City.

[And what about that? Huh? Huh? He shifts in his seat, elbow out the window and feeling comfortable as they are now at a cruising speed.]

I didn't try and take you to any voodoo witch doctor shacks. They practiced medicine.

[That is worlds more professional than a nurse's kitchen table. Put it out of your head, old man. In the past, in Los Angeles.]

It doesn't count.

[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.]

[Think. Think. Think. Because he really does not want to have to surrender so soon.]

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....

On the government's dime.

[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??]

That shit is expensive. And how would I even foot the bill in the slammer? No way.

[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.]

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.]

Yeah? In that case I'm pretty normal.

[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.

[That paw to his shoulder is real real comforting...but it doesn't stop the kid from making a crack at the old man's expense.]

They did that when you were a kid?

[Implying Larry Dimick just might predate vaccination, heh heh heh.]

[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.]

If you have to ask, that is.

I know a little bit about history, thanks. That's what the ice age is for.

[Ever so casual SHRUG at this remark.]

Oh yeah? They teach you that the ice age wasn't yesterday? They teach you what happens when you go running your mouth like that?

[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.

They try to. I'm smarter than that--

[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.]

[That deserves a loud, loud click of the tongue.]

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.]

If it works it works.

[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.]

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