log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

You a marathon kinda guy or something?

[Freddy asks. Now that his arms and legs are freed they feel fucking weightless. When his thighs move he can still feel a little trace of stickiness between them. Maybe he should shower, but the kid doesn't feel like moving, and the old man's invited him to stay in his bed anyway.]

Marvel Transformers. [He corrects before draping an arm and hooking a heel over Larry.] Thanks.

[whitetwoguns]

Nah. Intensive performance sort is more like it.

[In case the kid forgot. Larry's hand dips low above his groin. It's not gonna go nowhere. And he encounters some of the man's load. A shower will come. Later. Whenever that is.]

Marble what? [Sorry this readjusting and fitting together is distracting.]

[orangetoughguy]

[. . . . . . .]

Nevermind.

[He snorts and shakes his head for the mistake. Nothing doing though, the gratitude for the toys and for this still applies.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Heavy, deep sigh.]

Car guys is easier to remember. Sorry, tough guy.

[Larry rest his head near Freddy's. A few floppy strands brush against his face.]

Glad you like em.

[orangetoughguy]

They ain't all cars though.

[Freddy notes for Larry's benefit. Would he call a tank or a jet plane a car? Didn't think so. Here though he gives a smile.]

You sure know how to pick'em.

[whitetwoguns]

Marvel Transformers. [That's it right? Right? It's marvel or marble.]

I was trying to pick out who was familiar.

[orangetoughguy]

[The kid forms a little handgun with his fingers to point at the old man.] You got it.

[As for picking out who was familiar...] I taught you well.

[whitetwoguns]

That's a mouth full. [Hard not to grin, however lazy of a grin it is.]

I work with only the best.

[orangetoughguy]

The best is what you get.

[At least Freddy tries his best to do right by Larry.]