Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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
Yeah. [Puff.] It did.
[For various reasons Freddy can't quite figure out right now. Too many, some not even related to tits except having them gave him a good excuse. The kid blows his smoke away from the old man's face.]
I'm better now, baby. [While he can't say how or why necessarily, it's the truth.]
[For various reasons Freddy can't quite figure out right now. Too many, some not even related to tits except having them gave him a good excuse. The kid blows his smoke away from the old man's face.]
I'm better now, baby. [While he can't say how or why necessarily, it's the truth.]
[Not anymore though. Larry looks into Freddy's face. Questions are drifting in his head but they're not about to come on out now. Not when they've caused so much damn trouble before. If it's not broke, don't see what's keepin' it together.]
Good.
[He holds his cigarette away as he leans to kiss the gunshot wound to his shoulder.]
Good.
[He holds his cigarette away as he leans to kiss the gunshot wound to his shoulder.]
Edited 2011-03-23 23:24 (UTC)
You?
[He asks because it's worth knowing. The kiss to his scar is so hot, almost searing him like a brand even though he's already cooling off from their fucking. Freddy also feels a little tired but that's par for the course after two rounds.]
[He asks because it's worth knowing. The kiss to his scar is so hot, almost searing him like a brand even though he's already cooling off from their fucking. Freddy also feels a little tired but that's par for the course after two rounds.]
Better.
[For a return from the dog house. It's soothing and quiet now without the TV or the speakers threatening to die any moment. The kid really should make a point to turn it down. Don't want to blow them out or anything.
The quiet is better than arguing. They know each other enough to be okay with saying jack shit at all. Larry sucks down more of his cigarette before keeping at the kid. Why waste another fucking moment with apologies...but just in case.]
You know I'm sorry, right?
[Another kiss. That second bullet of Joe's could have hit bone. He could have never played ball again.]
[For a return from the dog house. It's soothing and quiet now without the TV or the speakers threatening to die any moment. The kid really should make a point to turn it down. Don't want to blow them out or anything.
The quiet is better than arguing. They know each other enough to be okay with saying jack shit at all. Larry sucks down more of his cigarette before keeping at the kid. Why waste another fucking moment with apologies...but just in case.]
You know I'm sorry, right?
[Another kiss. That second bullet of Joe's could have hit bone. He could have never played ball again.]
Yeah, I know.
[Does he have to say sorry too? Surely Larry knows that. Hell he said it yesterday at some point in the middle of bitching and moaning over his tits. Freddy brings his hand up to brush through Larry's slightly peppering hair.]
Just chill out for a little bit, then maybe we can go get tacos.
[As men, the way they're meant to be. Fff.]
[Does he have to say sorry too? Surely Larry knows that. Hell he said it yesterday at some point in the middle of bitching and moaning over his tits. Freddy brings his hand up to brush through Larry's slightly peppering hair.]
Just chill out for a little bit, then maybe we can go get tacos.
[As men, the way they're meant to be. Fff.]
[What? This isn't chilling? He decides to rest his head where it is.]
Okay, tough guy.
[Leaving the apartment is something worth saving his strength for.]
You don't get sick of tacos do you?
[They're just talking about tacos. Not anything else.]
Okay, tough guy.
[Leaving the apartment is something worth saving his strength for.]
You don't get sick of tacos do you?
[They're just talking about tacos. Not anything else.]
Naw. [Freddy says with a look that adds why would I? They're just talking about tacos after all.]
You don't get sick of cereal do you?
[Either eating it or having to see boxes upon boxes of it in the kitchen cabinets, in Freddy's room, on Freddy's fingertips...]
You don't get sick of cereal do you?
[Either eating it or having to see boxes upon boxes of it in the kitchen cabinets, in Freddy's room, on Freddy's fingertips...]
Nope. I don't. There are a lot of different ways to enjoy em.
[Who wants to go without it though. Cereal is good for you. And as for tacos that's what, two or three food groups. Brown eyes look into green and he shrugs.]
I know I like tacos all of the time.
[Does Freddy like tacos because the old man is crazy about em? Or did he just develop a taste of his very own?]
[Who wants to go without it though. Cereal is good for you. And as for tacos that's what, two or three food groups. Brown eyes look into green and he shrugs.]
I know I like tacos all of the time.
[Does Freddy like tacos because the old man is crazy about em? Or did he just develop a taste of his very own?]
Cool. Me too.
[The kid nods. He's always liked tacos but not as much since enjoying them with the old man. A lot of things he's used to doing feel more enjoyable whenever Lawrence Dimick is around. But Freddy doesn't have to say that for Larry to know, does he? That's sentimental and affectionate, the equivalent to those three strong words.]
[The kid nods. He's always liked tacos but not as much since enjoying them with the old man. A lot of things he's used to doing feel more enjoyable whenever Lawrence Dimick is around. But Freddy doesn't have to say that for Larry to know, does he? That's sentimental and affectionate, the equivalent to those three strong words.]
[Cereal automatically makes him think of Freddy. Obviously, tacos have to do the same. One is best enjoyed at home, the other out and about. Larry smiles around his cigarette thinking of when they went out together, arm in arm for tacos.
Shit. When did he get so fucking soft?]
Shit. When did he get so fucking soft?]
[The old man comes on in, carrying a few groceries. He's whistling some song he can't name, it's stuck in his head. Some trash of the kid's. One with lyrics that you can follow at least. Rustle, rustle of plastic bags that he sets on the counter. He also bought a few cans of chili to go with the chips. Oh yeah, home cookin'.
Anybody home? Either way, he's busying himself putting away the goods.]
Anybody home? Either way, he's busying himself putting away the goods.]
[Trash? Trash?? Memorable trash at least.
Freddy's in and just hopping out of the shower because he finally went back to work, so there's a dirty blondeish dripping thing at the top of the stairs.]
What'd you bring?
[Cause he heard the rustling in the kitchen and stuff.]
Freddy's in and just hopping out of the shower because he finally went back to work, so there's a dirty blondeish dripping thing at the top of the stairs.]
What'd you bring?
[Cause he heard the rustling in the kitchen and stuff.]
[Not his cup of tea. And nothing he would openly call music. But that's one of the many delightful differences between them.]
Basics. Are you hungry?
[Smokes go here. Salami goes here.]
Basics. Are you hungry?
[Smokes go here. Salami goes here.]
What basics?
[He's coming down now in his jeans and no shirt on, just the towel draped over his shoulders cause the weather's been warming up. His hair's still a damp shapeless mess.]
[He's coming down now in his jeans and no shirt on, just the towel draped over his shoulders cause the weather's been warming up. His hair's still a damp shapeless mess.]
[Brown eyes watch him as he comes into the kitchen.]
Food. Smokes.
[Larry plops down Marlboros in front of the kid. There's also a candy bar on top, it's nothing though.]
Done with work?
Food. Smokes.
[Larry plops down Marlboros in front of the kid. There's also a candy bar on top, it's nothing though.]
Done with work?
Hey salami!
[Flappy hands go past the smokes and candy for the big hunk of meat first. He's already preparing to cut that thing open and make a meal out of it. Well not all of it, can't cram down something so huge at once.]
Yep. Short day.
[Oh he'll take a break to open up the candy bar too. There's a nod of thanks to Larry for it. But he'll be going back to the salami soon.]
[Flappy hands go past the smokes and candy for the big hunk of meat first. He's already preparing to cut that thing open and make a meal out of it. Well not all of it, can't cram down something so huge at once.]
Yep. Short day.
[Oh he'll take a break to open up the candy bar too. There's a nod of thanks to Larry for it. But he'll be going back to the salami soon.]
More where that's from.
[The man likes his meat. The old man smirks. Is he really gonna bust that out right now without asking? Well, why should he ask though. It's his.]
I don't have to go in until early tomorrow.
[He'll set the salami farther away. If they're gonna eat it, may as well have a sandwich.]
Boss doin' okay?
[With all the almost not quite oddities going down, that's why he's askin'...and to listen to the kid talk while Larry finishes up.]
[The man likes his meat. The old man smirks. Is he really gonna bust that out right now without asking? Well, why should he ask though. It's his.]
I don't have to go in until early tomorrow.
[He'll set the salami farther away. If they're gonna eat it, may as well have a sandwich.]
Boss doin' okay?
[With all the almost not quite oddities going down, that's why he's askin'...and to listen to the kid talk while Larry finishes up.]
[Delicious candy bar. Delicious sugar rush before a serving of meat.]
She's fine. You could ask her yourself, you know.
[Freddy says with only half a mouthful of chocolate and peanut butter something or other. He's not that rude.]
She's fine. You could ask her yourself, you know.
[Freddy says with only half a mouthful of chocolate and peanut butter something or other. He's not that rude.]
[Clunk he shuts fridge.]
It never really crosses my mind until I see you. [That's about everything. He watches the chocolate disappear between those lips. Idly Larry wonders about that shit that parents say about spoiling dinner with dessert first. What's spoiling it?]
It never really crosses my mind until I see you. [That's about everything. He watches the chocolate disappear between those lips. Idly Larry wonders about that shit that parents say about spoiling dinner with dessert first. What's spoiling it?]
[Don't ask Freddy, it never spoiled him none. His stomach's pretty tough if bleeding gallons of blood wasn't evident enough. Really someone ought to tell him eating so much shit could aggravate old wounds but the hospital here did some top notch work on his belly.]
I'll tell her you said what's up.
[He offers an impish kind of grin before nosing through what's left of the bags.]
I'll tell her you said what's up.
[He offers an impish kind of grin before nosing through what's left of the bags.]
[Besides all of that, wouldn't the kid have to eat enough food to extend that belly of his? There isn't all that much to it. Unlike the old man, he's not sporting a spare tire of any kind. Then again, Larry's just as oblivious to the danger on his end. These two dogs are a pair.]
If you want.
[Nosing? Hey. Larry pulls the bags from the counter top, wrapping them up.]
You scrounger.
If you want.
[Nosing? Hey. Larry pulls the bags from the counter top, wrapping them up.]
You scrounger.
[That spare tire on Larry looks more like a bicycle tire too so nothing doing, old man, nothing doing.]
Hey. I was looking at that.
[The bags. The stuff. The goods. That salami. Oh since the old man's busy dealing with the other merchandise he'll just go back to cutting that thing open. Maybe it was his plan all along.]
Hey. I was looking at that.
[The bags. The stuff. The goods. That salami. Oh since the old man's busy dealing with the other merchandise he'll just go back to cutting that thing open. Maybe it was his plan all along.]
[Crafty dog. Larry doesn't catch on until he's shoving the plastic bags into the garbage.]
Gonna share that?
[Now that there's nothing more to poke, prod or grab he's leaning on the counter watching Freddy crack into that stick of Salami.]
I might want some.
Gonna share that?
[Now that there's nothing more to poke, prod or grab he's leaning on the counter watching Freddy crack into that stick of Salami.]
I might want some.
Edited 2011-03-25 09:19 (UTC)
Well. Okay.
[Note the candy bar's long been devoured and now Freddy's taking a break for those cigarettes, because now he has an important question to ask Larry.]
How do you want your meat?
[Look he set himself up for that one.]
[Note the candy bar's long been devoured and now Freddy's taking a break for those cigarettes, because now he has an important question to ask Larry.]
How do you want your meat?
[Look he set himself up for that one.]
[If he wasn't grinning already before, whoo boy.]
Lemme think.
[He pretends to be wracking his brain over it.]
Only one way? Because I like meat several ways.
Lemme think.
[He pretends to be wracking his brain over it.]
Only one way? Because I like meat several ways.
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