log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[whitetwoguns]

[Timber! Larry makes like he's going to fall directly on top but braces himself on the back of the couch and settles on Freddy.]

Were it counts. Otherwise you know I'm a real dog.

[And he wants another smoke. Not a cigar though. That'll be saved for a special occasion. Thick fingers reach for the top of the other man's head.

Larry realizes that Golden Girls are on now.]

[orangetoughguy]

[That fake out gets a brief look of preparing-for-the-shock out of the kid but whew the old man doesn't do as planned. That's best for the both of them, honestly. Fff. Dirty blonde hair flops this way then that.]

Don't kid yourself.

[He knows Larry can be a mean junkyard dog but more often than not, he's a pretty good guy. Freddy snakes an arm around him, craving a smoke too but that craving pales in comparison to the need to just lounge lazily with this cowboy.]