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
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]