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[orangetoughguy]

welcome home

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[whitetwoguns]

[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.

[orangetoughguy]

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

[Ever so casual SHRUG at this remark.]

[whitetwoguns]

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.

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]