log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[What? Seriously? The kid, exasperated and feeling a little burned by some guilt, raises his hands in a kind of brief acceptance. Fine. Now you see him, Lawrence Dimick.]

Here I am. Turn the fucking music back on.

[whitetwoguns]

Can you please keep it down?

[Yeah his use of please is a tad spiteful. Looks like anything he wants to try right now is useless. He's not stooping to plug in the electricity yet.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Talk about incredulous. Freddy stares at Larry.]

No.

[whitetwoguns]

[He should have expected as much. Larry licks his lips and takes a step back.]

Okay.

[Then he can plug it in his own damn self. The old man feels done with his attempt at contact. Even that feels like it was too much. Fat lot of good it did anyway. He is heading to the stairs.]

[orangetoughguy]

[He figured that part as much before the old man even asked. Cereal box pushed aside Freddy does get up to plug all that shit in. He's on his hands and knees now which may or may not obscure the green scowl he gives Larry's back as the man makes his way over to the stairs.]

Asshole.

[That's a half growl-half hiss as he plugs all the shit back in. The shot of electricity restarts the shuffle that stereo's doing so the music starting up is Steven Tyler screaming about getting back in the saddle again.]

[whitetwoguns]

[The old man only looks back when he is pretty sure the kid's not looking anymore.]

Dick.

[Not hissed, and maybe not even audible above the stereo. At least someone else is in the saddle right now. A day off going to waste right before Larry's eyes. He keeps on going upstairs.]