log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

Well what the fuck do you want me to do, Larry? You get suspicious about everything.

[Okay maybe 'suspicious' is pushing it but that's how it feels to the kid. He's stopped near the stairs but not on them yet.]

You got questions about the shit I put in my room, you got questions about who I fuckin' talk to.

[whitetwoguns]

I pissed you off.

[Swallow. Well. No shit there.]

I can't even fucking ask questions to figure out how or why? I can't get answers? That what you're trying to tell me? If I don't ask, how the fuck am I supposed to know?

[He spreads his hands and actually is expecting an answer to at least one of those questions.]

[orangetoughguy]

Larry. Get off my back.

[The way he says it this time there's an undercurrent of anger again. Not just annoyance and frustration.]

[whitetwoguns]

We're not going to talk then.

[All that waiting. For nothing. Larry sucks down another drag from his cigarette. The old man himself is now getting angry. He's not even being given the chance to fix whatever the fuck he messed up.

Yes, he does think that the shrink is suspicious. And aside from that, all this time Freddy never said he knew anyone. Why not?]

That is what you should tell me if you're not going to answer my questions.

[orangetoughguy]

[The kid bites his tongue before he can say anymore because anything he has to say only feeds into what the old man wants and Freddy here doesn't want to give it. Instead of saying anything at all he just gestures his open hands at Larry, as if to say cool, you answered your own question.

Then he turns to stomp back upstairs.]

[whitetwoguns]

Don't fucking walk away from me.

[He yells now. Only his voice is following the kid up the stairs. Larry feels red in the face. Why in the fuck is this alright?]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh he's still walking, walking, walking, up and up. Then he's into his room with the door slamming behind him. Even though the kid wishes he wasn't doing this to them both.]