log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

Kind of. It's about proving something. There's a double standard don't you know.

[Surely, Freddy the kid knows what he's talking about.]

Adults can say fuck to one another and to kids. Kids can say it to one another. When kids say it to adults, then it starts a fuss. You don't learn it from no where. Folks say shit.

[Larry waves it off as though he smells something that stinks.]

It all boils down to be the parent's gotta prove they're the law.

[orangetoughguy]

My dad would tell me to cut the crap but it's my mom who really threatened to jam the soap in my mouth.

[He gives a humorously solemn nod. before looking at Larry.]

Yeah, I get that.

[They may come from different backgrounds but any kid with parents (at one point or another) can empathize with Mom and Pop Being The Law. Freddy gives Larry a smile and a nudge. No need to get into anything he'd rather not talk about.]

[whitetwoguns]

You too? [He sticks out his tongue remembering the taste.] Nasty.

[No matter how old or young you are, you got parents. Larry nudges back.]

Now you gotta watch yourself. [Until he gets kids of his own... more like if. Larry wagers that Freddy would make a great father. The fun kind with comics, games and teaching them right from wrong. There's another nudge of admiration.]

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah, me too. [He sways gently with the nudge.] Are you threatening me?

[Freddy puffs cigarette smoke at Larry.]

[whitetwoguns]

No. Warnin' you. Don't fall in with a bad crowd. Watch your mouth.

[Now he's got something to wave away from his face. Shit kid. Though he is reaching for a smoke of his very own.]

Then you're really gonna get in trouble.

[orangetoughguy]

You like my mouth.

[He says around his cigarette with complete confidence...and a tip of his Iron Man cap.]

[whitetwoguns]

So that mean you're not gonna watch what you say?

[Clink. His metal lighter shuts as his Chesterfield is ignited.]

I don't wanna be encouraging bad behavior.

[orangetoughguy]

Somebody's gotta keep you on your fuckin' toes at your age.

[Flippant as he is it's all really just a joke to this kid. Don't take the age rap personally, old man. Well, maybe do take it personally it it'll only incite Larry to other things.]

[whitetwoguns]

Somebody's gotta be sure you know your place at your age.

[Simple, smooth answer for that flippancy.]

Especially around a person my age.

[A whole lung full of smoke comes out, not in rings but slowly through the old man's nose.]

Though I don't suppose your Momma or your Daddy taught what I've got to teach you.

[And it ain't respect kid. Consider Larry incited.]

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah? Not on top of the world? [Which could just as easily double for not on top of you? He's musing aloud because obviously the kid's not gonna give up the charade first.]

Nope, they sure haven't. [He shakes his head, speckling ash onto the sidewalk.] Cause it takes a special kinda guy [Note; not a person, a guy.] to do that, someone who can handle all this.

[Floppy hair, cigarette, giant gorilla, light up yoyo, Iron Man cap, yep.]

[whitetwoguns]

No, sir. The world gets to people. You gotta bend to it [or this old man who is walking at his side] or break.

[Special guy, huh? Larry pretends his amusement is only because of the pluck.]

I'm that motherfucker. [Your guy.] So you better watch it.