orangetoughguy | logging iv

....I could. You don't think I could?

[Remember the toucan? The alien toucan? This kid tamed a goddamn shape shifting carnivorous alien. That has to count for something. As for staying where he is, yes. For now. Because he's lazy. Freddy is turning in his seat though, enough to twist and watch Larry move Mister Dog. Larry who is now suddenly without his shirt.]

Are you gonna shower together?

[No snark. Not really. Not much. It's just a question!!]

Now'd be a good time to start. Dunno how long we'll be putting him up until we find out who he belongs to.

[Such a delivery, it's nearly like he doesn't want the dog. Except sometimes he's made of cellophane. Freddy could write a book on the old man, he probably knows.

Shirt off, now belt.]

I got no better idea to wash him up. We're short on a yard and a garden hose. And I think we should watch our pesos getting this guy washed professionally.

[Tug, tug. C'mon, Mister Dog.]

He's gonna get you stinking like him.

[Freddy says in a matter of fact way, as a matter of fact Larry should just believe him. Is the shower even big enough for the two of them?? As for the act, yes, he sees right through it. Mr. White and Mister Dog are already bonding.]

So I'll wash too. I got this.

[So he hopes. Mister Dog can't wear cologne. Mr. White can. That means he'll stink like it. Hopefully he won't stink at all. Washing in the same place won't really do that, will it? Belt off of the old man.]

You wanna get some dish soap? Only if we got the liquid kind. That might be what he needs. Real shit.

[That's your invitation to help in some way kid.]

..........

[After sort of staring at them for a moment Freddy finally gets off his ass to mosey into the kitchen. One bottle of Dawn and a towel later he's darkening the doorway to the bathroom.]

Are you sure you got this?

[That's your invitation to say you need help--er, ask him to help in some way, old man.]

[Larry has the shower's door open. The frosted glass should keep some mess out. Should. Mister Dog is slowly catching on as to what's happening with his new friends. He is suddenly more difficult to maneuver. Larry pulls him through the threshold, front legs first. Then back legs. He kicks a little but settles. The old bear puts a paw on him to keep him still as he looks over his shoulder to Freddy.]

I dunno if there'll be room for the three of us but stay there in case he tries to bolt.

I've got towels.

[Freddy says, raising both arms to show a towel in each after already passing over the soap. Yes this is how much confidence he has in the old man's ability to wash Mister Dog.]

Oh.

[Forgot about those. Ahem. He takes one and acts like it's the most natural thing in the world for Freddy to be there and anticipate his need for towels. Maybe it has been a bit since he's washed a dog. Let alone his dog.

Toucans don't need to be washed like this.]

Can't be too hard. I mean, he's in here.

[Jinxing words. He gives Freddy a nod and he's shutting the door. The frosted glass door isn't exactly a solid seal so it stays a little open. Hence Freddy sticking by. All the same he turns on the faucet. Water starts off cold. It always does here. Larry flinches. Mister Dog whines and makes for his knees.]

Hey. Heeey.

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