log post II

[orangetoughguy]

third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
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[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.