[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.
[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.]
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Then he turns to stomp back upstairs.]
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[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?]
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