orangetoughguy | log post II

[A bit of a growl and careful nip at the pad of his finger before he lets go.]

My memory isn't that short. I know you can handle.

[Free hands comb through Freddy's hair. Even though he's sitting on the floor of their bathroom he feels like a king on a throne.]

You gonna explain to your bird what he saw or pretend like it didn't happen?

[Snort. Sorry, it's pretty funny. He thought that kind of shit happened in the movies.]

Like what didn't happen?

[Freddy asks without missing a beat. Green eyes even look upward in the most innocent and naive way possible. Is that an answer for you, Lawrence Dimick? Fff. Speaking of the tenacious toucan terror, flap flap flap here he comes again. Sam lands to perch on the edge of the counter and look down again. His bill brushes against the side of Larry's head.]

Son of a bitch.

[Where the hell is his Oscar? Freddy pulls that doe eyed innocence way to fucking well. Larry shakes his head.]

Jesus Christ.

[Uh oh. Back again for more, Sam? Brown eyes attempt to mimic those beady eyes. The TLC pruning is a little too much for his comfort but he's too smart to make any sudden moves. He doesn't want to get a beak in the eye.]

[Look that's what it looks like Freddy is doing to Larry from a toucan's point of view okay? Casual pruning. The kid lifts his head up, finished down there, only to see a colorful beak right next to the old man's not so colorful face.]

Anyway.

[Totally done here, at least Sam waited until the very last minute.]

[INCOMING LAWRENCE DIMICK.

Pop.

Freddy Newendyke appears right above Larry to land on him and his drink.]

[Oh shit! Oh fucking shit! Larry is well and truly startled. Coming back from the kitchen with his cold Jack Daniels and coke he was hoping to drink it. Now he's wearing it. And so is Freddy. Well, he's also wearing Freddy too. Naturally he's gonna slip and fall some.

Puff. Puff. Sputter.]

Shit!

[Okay he totally thought he could handle it again but the drop and the rolling and floundering that comes with landing on Larry is disorienting. Freddy crawls away.

Awk. Sam flaps over to the highest part of the apartment too. Startled and staring now.]

[There's not enough of the coke to properly set down so Larry pretty much lets go of the cup. Hell of a time to use a plastic one. He rubs his face into the inside of his elbow.]

What the fuck happened?

[No. Really. He's absolutely confused. The door is closed. The bird is looking down at them from the landing.]

One second.

[The kid gestures with a finger for the old man to give him a moment. Standing up makes him feel even worse as he scrambles for the sink to cough up the remnants of his last meal.]

[This isn't a dream right? Though Larry would be awake by now with the booze and soda...and the hard fall. The good news is that he ain't hurt.]

What're y--[by the time he registers that Freddy's hurling in the sink Larry answers himself.]

Was that a curse?

[He turns the faucet on to wash his mouth out and his face.] No. One of the superpowered kids... [Groan.] Gave me a lift.

[It was Freddy's idea but he won't mention that yet. He looks over to Larry though.] You okay?

Nnnngh.

[And he's up and about. A few steps to the left then right. He's okay.]

I'm good.

[Ish. A hot shower is gonna be in his figure.]

Superpowered kids? You mean one is here? In here?

[Now that the kid was dropped onto him out of nowhere he's very excitable.]

No no no. He's not invisible or anything. He can make stuff just happen, we were in the square and then he wished me home and now I'm back. It's fucking cool.

[Except for the mess he made oops. Out of his pocket comes his Spiderman Transformer too which he sets on the kitchen sink. It's a miracle they didn't crush it in the fall.]

Fucking cool? You lost your lunch.

[Like a roller coaster would be the counter argument. Larry doesn't like those all that much. He squints and looks Freddy over.]

You okay?

[Let's just get that detail squared away.]

[Freddy loves rollercoasters so. Anyway he takes a towel to dry his face off.]

Yeah, yeah I'm okay. Want me to make you another?

[He upnods to the spillage all over Larry. Hopefully he's not wearing a suit, or is he?]

[No suit for now. His white tee ain't so white anymore.]

Pass me a towel first.

[To get the floor and his face.]

So tell me how that wish deal works? Does he know where you live?

[Freddy's smarter than that but they can't be too sure.]

[He hands Larry the towel he just used then proceeds to light up a cigarette to help get the smell and nausea out of his head.]

Naw. That's probably why I landed on you, he didn't really know where in home to put me. He does this thing where he just says what he wants to do over and over and then it happens. That's it.

He asked if I wanted to fly but I turned the kid down. I mean we didn't even have dinner or anything that's movin' too fast for a teenager. [He's joking, Larry.]

[Sideways look for you, Freddy then right back to mopping up the mess.]

What did you two do?

[There's a Transformer on the sink so maybe it might have been comic books and pizza.]

[Come on now would Freddy fuck a teenager? They already have a whole teenager between them and that's enough for him.]

He wasn't doin' too well after playing Magneto over the weekend so I gave him a little Cap to cheer him up. [Does that make any sense to Larry?] Then he told me he knows a girl who can mimic Johnny Storm and he can make a blue board to fly around like the Silver Surfer.

[Pause.] But normal flying's easier or something.

[It's a fleeting, amusing thought. The teenager would have to be one amazing son of a bitch. Not just super powered but virtually movie star quality in almost every way with a penchant for comics.]

Oh yeah? Share your guys?

[No that doesn't make any sense. Freddy is happy. That means that there was no trouble. He must have succeeded in cheering up his friend. Looks like the floor is going to be as clean as it's gonna get without soap and shit.]

Walking is easier than that. About everybody can do it.

[Except for Professor X.]

But how many people do you know can just pop back and forth or fly?

[He snaps his fingers to emphasize the speed of transport.] The most flying I ever did was chopper training and it wasn't all that high.

None.

[He doesn't even need to think for a second. Facts are facts.]

You ain't never told me you flew a helicopter.

[Shirt ruined it may as well be swapped for another.]

I didn't fly one. I sat in one. We got a good 10ft off the ground and kinda swung around the runway. That's it. I flew more swinging from trees.

[The kid explains with just minor disappointment. He had pilots for grandparents. How did he end up not even getting to ride a crop duster? Oh right, his dad and them don't get along that swimmingly.]

Still sounds cool.

[Okay. He'll make another drink now. Yuck. The sink. Larry lets the water run a little longer. It's no thing.]

Well, if it was so fun with your friend how come you lost your lunch?

[No malice or spite meant, he just wants to know. Is the puking part of the fun? Larry doesn't know a thing about missed opportunities with crop dusters. He does know about trouble with Pops here and there.]

[Puff puff on his cigarette. He hovers around Larry now. Somehow silently as a toucan can be, Sam is also down in the kitchen hovering around Larry's other side. E-ee-e-ee-e-e-e.]

He said the first time's usually rough on everybody.

[No innuendo there. That's actually what the kid said so sue him for repeating it.]

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