orangetoughguy | log post II

[Looking over your shoulder never should go out of practice. Once again, Larry is compelled to assess their life, their security and look for holes in the cracks before something, someone crawls in.

Talk about a harsh refresher though. Not that Larry can ever forget what he saw as Mr. White, those easy living days with the mind bending curses make it all seem so removed.

Blonde. That fuck. He has to keep popping up. The old man's nerves are raw. And he didn't get to see the full extent of the man's cruelty. Freddy did.

The plastic bag he's got rustles as he moves it to the coffee table.]

[The door knob's making sounds. Then it turns slowly. With only a day gone by who knows if that creep is still hanging around. Hell how do they know he's been here and only sparingly made an appearance to have them lull themselves into a false sense of security? Paranoia like that makes Freddy Newendyke not such a fun loving kid. Reminders like this bring out the seriousness in him; don't take shit for granted Newendyke. Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick the shadow that looms in this doorway is just the kid's. He shuts the door behind him with the briefest parting glance over his shoulder.

Good. No one followed him home. Looks like someone's here too. Okay just relax now.]

Hi.

[The jingle of keys were what kept him from drawing a gun. Blonde shouldn't have keys to their place. There are only three copies. One for the building owners, one for Lawrence Dimick and the last for Freddy Newendyke. It would be a lie to say that his heart doesn't thud waiting to see who pops up.]

Hey there.

[He comes closer, leaving the bag on the coffee table.]

No models today?

[It's a joke really, a way of asking without having to be too serious about whether or not they got more visitors. Ones they have to worry about.]

Nope.

[Larry gives the kid a hard clap on the shoulder, giving a squeeze before turning to the kitchen to get them beers.]

No super heroes today?

[He returns the clap to the space between Larry's shoulder blades.] Nope.

[IF ONLY. It took a lot for Freddy not to ask Tony where the Fantastic Four were or if Steve had followed him. A lot.]

Guess it was kinda boring then.

[The old man's smile stays until the fridge.]

I guess. You never can tell with the types that waltz on in.

[Blonde too. Clink of glasses together and he even removes the bottle tops before heading back.]

Take a load off.

[Preferably by the couch.]

Yeah, I guess.

[Freddy nods, unable to add more to that without inevitably bringing the scumbag up. So he just leaves it as is but he nods to the old man for the beer.]

Thanks. [A much needed sip goes here as the kid does go for the couch. He's planning to take up the long chair lengthwise. Larry can take the accompanying sofa chair...or move Freddy.]

[Just the way to end the day. Beer and a little surprise. Larry takes a seat near by. He's not leaping on the good part. Not yet.]

Same ol' then? [Brown eyes shift to gander at the bag, like it'd move]

Same old, you?

[He asks but the constant shifty-eye over the covered pile on the table gets this kid's attention as he lays down.]

What's in it?

[In the bag, duh.]

Oh yeah. [First sip. Ah.]

Why don't you take a look.

[Green eyes are narrowing. What's the old man playing at huh? Time to find out, the kid sits up now to peer over into the curious bag.]

... [A very very curious bag. He pulls out one figure mint on card in the right and another in the left.] What the fuck is this...?

[Wait for it, Lawrence Dimick, wait for it. He's got Iron Man as sportscar and Hulk as a tank in his paws.] These are fucking supercool.

[Larry sits back, quiet. This is the part where a good hour and a half spent at the toy store is gonna pay off.]

Like em?

[See, he knew Iron Man was a big deal. The Hulk looked cool cuz he's a big green brute.]

Should be one more in there.

[Hopefully he made good choices.]

Where'd you get'em??

[That's a yes in case Larry needs translation. He digs through the bag for the fourth and of course it's none other than Johnny Storm himself.]

The Human Torch. These are great, Larry. [See this beaming kid smile??]

This place kinda near the shore.

[Shrug. Though he is now grinning back.]

I happened to be in the neighborhood and they caught my eye.

[Quazi-fib. He did happen upon a store. And they did catch his eye. Cars and super heroes in one?]

Well you sure know how to pick'em.

[Rrrriiiippppp. He's opening the Hulk already. Some guys keep their figures on the card, some guys actually like to pop them out and play with them. Freddy is the latter. Oh wait, he looks up from reading the instructions.]

Thanks Larry.

I'd say so.

[Talking about you, cowboy. But really though. Larry's ready to surrender to the fact that Freddy is going to be occupied with the figures. Better than thinking about pokerfaced psychos.]

Did you see'em cause they looked like cars?

[He's still gonna talk to you while he tinkers with Bruce though. In case Larry thought he was off the hook.]

[He didn't think he was off the hook per se, he believed that there wouldn't be too much conversation.]

Only on the package.

[This is a lot harder than it looks on the backing card. Freddy quirks a brow and attempts the same step three different ways. Oh wait. He looks at Larry again.]

Did you wanna keep one?

Me?

[Come between the kid, the Human Torch and the rest?]

Nah. They're all for you.

[To take his mind off of the bullshit.]

Yeah you. [Tinker tinker tinker. Again he looks up, this time more expectant.]

Are you sure? [Last chance, Dimick.]

I kinda get the feeling it'd be more appreciated in your hands, pal.

[Larry knows he would be, besides. They're just some plastic. ...right?

Sip, sip.]

Well, okay.

[I agree. The kid gives another smile as he goes back to tinkering. Sipping. Tinkering. Now he's looking seriously concentrated on the Hulk, trying to put his huge tank barrel down...yep. This piece goes up. This piece goes down. Who knows how long it's taking Freddy, but eventually he speaks up again.]

I think I got it...! [Hear the enthusiasm.]

[In the mean time, the old man finds the clicker and gets more comfortable on the couch. Freddy's got his attention, don't you worry because the Andy Griffith show is on. Right now is all about fucking off.]

Oh yeah?

[Well hey now, he wouldn't guessed it fit together like that.]

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