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orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
Entry tags:
log post II
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
How would I know, why should I care, please don't bother tryin' to find her;
orangetoughguy
2011-02-12 05:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Well now this is a tough one because they say you never ask a lady her age but Saya is no typical lady and Freddy, well, Freddy is Freddy.]
How young are you?
[Better than how old right? Right.]
How young are you?
[Better than how old right? Right.]
How would I know, why should I care, please don't bother tryin' to find her;
synanthrope
2011-02-12 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't take offense anyway]
Twenty-six.
Twenty-six.
How would I know, why should I care, please don't bother tryin' to find her;
orangetoughguy
2011-02-12 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Good thing they're practically the same age. Now Freddy's thinking significantly younger, hm. Time for a quip.]
You ain't givin'im these cause if he gave her nice wine or somethin' he'd get busted are you?
You ain't givin'im these cause if he gave her nice wine or somethin' he'd get busted are you?
How would I know, why should I care, please don't bother tryin' to find her;
synanthrope
2011-02-12 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a pause and almost a smile. It's not telling if it's a word game, right? Right? There are ways around secrets]
I'm just pleased she can buy her own cigarettes.
I'm just pleased she can buy her own cigarettes.
How would I know, why should I care, please don't bother tryin' to find her;
orangetoughguy
2011-02-12 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
[It's okay Saya because the cigarettes throw in a wild card. Freddy doesn't take Chase for the type to date a smoker. It could be fact or simply a turn of phrase. Either way, too bad that makes him think she's in the sixteen year old range. Damn 90s.]
Ooooookay. Anyway I'll get these to him. When do you want'em dropped off again?
Ooooookay. Anyway I'll get these to him. When do you want'em dropped off again?
How would I know, why should I care, please don't bother tryin' to find her;
synanthrope
2011-02-12 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
Soon, please. If you do it today, you can have the rest of the day off.
How would I know, why should I care, please don't bother tryin' to find her;
orangetoughguy
2011-02-12 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Hah, deal.
[And Freddy promises not to smoke...too close to the bag anyway. No need to get the smell on them.]
[And Freddy promises not to smoke...too close to the bag anyway. No need to get the smell on them.]
How would I know, why should I care, please don't bother tryin' to find her;
synanthrope
2011-02-12 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
Thank you.
[And she means it. As much as she can.]
[And she means it. As much as she can.]
[Well. Yes. It is a different sport entirely. That's why it is not mentioned too. Plus, why spoil the mood?]
No. That's for you anyway. [He clicks his tongue disapprovingly. That's a given.]
I was thinking more of a foot rub. Maybe a back rub in there. Depends on how I feel.
No. That's for you anyway. [He clicks his tongue disapprovingly. That's a given.]
I was thinking more of a foot rub. Maybe a back rub in there. Depends on how I feel.
I'll take both.
[Freddy says, claiming his prize without hesitation, all while still casually tending to the metal gun with complete ease. You offered, Larry.]
[Freddy says, claiming his prize without hesitation, all while still casually tending to the metal gun with complete ease. You offered, Larry.]
One area per gun. I suppose that's fair.
[He says as though reluctant to lay hands on Freddy again. Fat chance.]
You want it in your room?
[Not at all in any rush to move anywhere or get more or less clothed.]
[He says as though reluctant to lay hands on Freddy again. Fat chance.]
You want it in your room?
[Not at all in any rush to move anywhere or get more or less clothed.]
I'm feelin' generous so I'm leaving that up to you, my man.
[Turn of phrase, not meant to parallel boyfriend or anything, nope...]
[Turn of phrase, not meant to parallel boyfriend or anything, nope...]
Are ya? Huh.
[The old man mulls it over as he finds himself a cigarette on the coffee table. All of his needs are within reach food, drink, smoke, weaponry and this man, his man.]
How bout your bed. More room to work with.
[Exhale of smoke, watching it curl up into the air. The record is coming to an end.]
[The old man mulls it over as he finds himself a cigarette on the coffee table. All of his needs are within reach food, drink, smoke, weaponry and this man, his man.]
How bout your bed. More room to work with.
[Exhale of smoke, watching it curl up into the air. The record is coming to an end.]
If you don't mind it being unmade okay.
[As if making the bed is any kind of concern here. How long has it been since Freddy got to have a real bed anyway? Long time. Pipe cleaner out, he's working a little faster with this one than the first, something to do with lack of tension, maybe.]
[As if making the bed is any kind of concern here. How long has it been since Freddy got to have a real bed anyway? Long time. Pipe cleaner out, he's working a little faster with this one than the first, something to do with lack of tension, maybe.]
I can make due. I guess.
[Puffing on his cigarette, the old man is leaning back again, watching. He moves the ash tray to have it sit on his chest. Not much longer.
The kid did use to sleep on the couch. Of course a bed is where he wants to be. Larry likes to go there, somehow it always ends up smelling more like Freddy than his own bed, even though they have taken to swapping. There are a few nights now and then that Larry sleeps alone. It doesn't feel that right to do anymore.]
[Puffing on his cigarette, the old man is leaning back again, watching. He moves the ash tray to have it sit on his chest. Not much longer.
The kid did use to sleep on the couch. Of course a bed is where he wants to be. Larry likes to go there, somehow it always ends up smelling more like Freddy than his own bed, even though they have taken to swapping. There are a few nights now and then that Larry sleeps alone. It doesn't feel that right to do anymore.]
[Fuck work. The money is good, and all in all there's not too many negative sides to it but fuck. Larry again looks out the window to see the streets overrun with blue. The boss is okay with it. Otherwise he was coming up with a story about a mean case of swimmer's ear. Yeah. That'd do it.
Sure would be a decent day to see what's in the water. The sportsman in him is already weight out the options of going for a swim or fishing. Decisions decisions.
He could take a boat ride to see what the kid is up to. Hopefully it wasn't that bad to get to work for him. Would that dark eyed, curved bodied boss lady of his be working him like a dog in this? The old man begins typing up a message when he swears there are footsteps in the hallway.]
Sure would be a decent day to see what's in the water. The sportsman in him is already weight out the options of going for a swim or fishing. Decisions decisions.
He could take a boat ride to see what the kid is up to. Hopefully it wasn't that bad to get to work for him. Would that dark eyed, curved bodied boss lady of his be working him like a dog in this? The old man begins typing up a message when he swears there are footsteps in the hallway.]
[Oh she worked him like a dog and when we say like a dog we really mean a scrappy retriever of sorts paddling her out of the flood. Those steps in the hallway are wet ones because Freddy's clothes are partially soaked. Only his upper torso is dry thanks to some quick thinking.
Squish squish.
Those are his shoes. At least the kid sort of got a chance to shower. The door knob's turning followed by a floppy haired head poking through.]
...Did you even go anywhere?
[Yeah. That's how he's saying hi to you old man.]
Squish squish.
Those are his shoes. At least the kid sort of got a chance to shower. The door knob's turning followed by a floppy haired head poking through.]
...Did you even go anywhere?
[Yeah. That's how he's saying hi to you old man.]
[A tail would be wagging about now if he had one.]
Started to.
[Larry takes a short trip around Freddy.] Go fishing without me and the rubber pants?
[Because that's what you call soaked through and through. Hold that thought. He steps away to grab a towel and toss it at the wet dog.]
Started to.
[Larry takes a short trip around Freddy.] Go fishing without me and the rubber pants?
[Because that's what you call soaked through and through. Hold that thought. He steps away to grab a towel and toss it at the wet dog.]
So what got you off the hook? [Green eyes track the movements of this bear because he just knows Larry is sizing him up based on his wetness. Fff.] No.
[Freddy catches the towel but not before it slaps him in the face a bit. The kid starts drying off then and there with the nurse watching. First go his shoes, this his pants. You wanna hold onto those for him, Larry?]
[Freddy catches the towel but not before it slaps him in the face a bit. The kid starts drying off then and there with the nurse watching. First go his shoes, this his pants. You wanna hold onto those for him, Larry?]
Boss man's making the most of it. [Shrug. Dimick doesn't give a fuck what he's doing as long as it's okay.]
And you?
[Okay. Pants being held. They're a lot heavier when wet.] May as well put these in the drier already. [The pants that is. The shoes can sit in the sunshine by the window for now.]
And you?
[Okay. Pants being held. They're a lot heavier when wet.] May as well put these in the drier already. [The pants that is. The shoes can sit in the sunshine by the window for now.]
Thank Christ for bein' on the top fuckin' floor.
[Freddy walking around in his skivvies ain't no thing around these parts.] I had to keep the boss dry.
[He swore not to tell anyone just how scared she was of the water. Let people think Saya's just too pretty to get soaked and Freddy here is the ultimate gentleman.]
I got the rest of the day off out of it, and a boat.
[Freddy walking around in his skivvies ain't no thing around these parts.] I had to keep the boss dry.
[He swore not to tell anyone just how scared she was of the water. Let people think Saya's just too pretty to get soaked and Freddy here is the ultimate gentleman.]
I got the rest of the day off out of it, and a boat.
You should check out the view. It's something else.
[All the sunlight and glass reflecting the water, it's actually pretty down there. Not that the old man is looking at it now. Call him a butler or something. He's tossing the wet pants into the machine for now. Then he tends to the shoes, crouching and going about his business. Yep.]
Always the hero, huh? [That doesn't seem too out of the ordinary for a chivalrous act. Ladies don't like to get dunked.] With all the perks no less. [Does that mean he'll want to go out. The old man tries not to look too eager at the mentioning of a boat.]
[All the sunlight and glass reflecting the water, it's actually pretty down there. Not that the old man is looking at it now. Call him a butler or something. He's tossing the wet pants into the machine for now. Then he tends to the shoes, crouching and going about his business. Yep.]
Always the hero, huh? [That doesn't seem too out of the ordinary for a chivalrous act. Ladies don't like to get dunked.] With all the perks no less. [Does that mean he'll want to go out. The old man tries not to look too eager at the mentioning of a boat.]
Right time right place.
[Said hero just shrugs over that comment. He's not a hero, not really, even though he'd like to be. He's going up the stairs now and at Larry's suggestion he does try to peer over from here for the view. Too far into the apartment for him to tell, plus the closer he gets to seeing over street level the easier it is for someone to see him running around the second level of their apartment in his skivvies.]
I tied the boat around the corner. If anyone hijacks it... [He might just shoot'em. The kid gets a new pair of pants out--hey wait a second.]
What happened to the car?
[Said hero just shrugs over that comment. He's not a hero, not really, even though he'd like to be. He's going up the stairs now and at Larry's suggestion he does try to peer over from here for the view. Too far into the apartment for him to tell, plus the closer he gets to seeing over street level the easier it is for someone to see him running around the second level of their apartment in his skivvies.]
I tied the boat around the corner. If anyone hijacks it... [He might just shoot'em. The kid gets a new pair of pants out--hey wait a second.]
What happened to the car?
What? Gonna leave it up to circumstance? [Larry waves that right off. There's got to be a story worth telling in there. Since he's the one fully clothed he can walk about however far or close tot the window to glance out without it being anything. Anyone who sees the younger man walk about will have to face facts that they're never gonna get it. Security or sloppiness make this his first thought, the next one is that they better not have any peeping toms.]
Then we'd better take it soon. [There was more on his tongue but it's gone. The old man takes a comb out to fix his own hair, trying to look a little busy.]
The car is right where I left it.
Then we'd better take it soon. [There was more on his tongue but it's gone. The old man takes a comb out to fix his own hair, trying to look a little busy.]
The car is right where I left it.
[Fresh new pants and fresh new skivvies pulled on, the kid comes trotting back over to the old man. Take it?] Take it where?
[That's not a trick question or anything, Larry, he just really wants to know where they could take it to. Because Freddy has no plans to guard it from the roof...unless Larry's heart is set on setting up shop there. Normally he'd consider that plan more for zombie apocalypses than floods.]
[That's not a trick question or anything, Larry, he just really wants to know where they could take it to. Because Freddy has no plans to guard it from the roof...unless Larry's heart is set on setting up shop there. Normally he'd consider that plan more for zombie apocalypses than floods.]
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