log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[What? This isn't chilling? He decides to rest his head where it is.]

Okay, tough guy.

[Leaving the apartment is something worth saving his strength for.]

You don't get sick of tacos do you?

[They're just talking about tacos. Not anything else.]

[orangetoughguy]

Naw. [Freddy says with a look that adds why would I? They're just talking about tacos after all.]

You don't get sick of cereal do you?

[Either eating it or having to see boxes upon boxes of it in the kitchen cabinets, in Freddy's room, on Freddy's fingertips...]

[whitetwoguns]

Nope. I don't. There are a lot of different ways to enjoy em.

[Who wants to go without it though. Cereal is good for you. And as for tacos that's what, two or three food groups. Brown eyes look into green and he shrugs.]

I know I like tacos all of the time.

[Does Freddy like tacos because the old man is crazy about em? Or did he just develop a taste of his very own?]

[orangetoughguy]

Cool. Me too.

[The kid nods. He's always liked tacos but not as much since enjoying them with the old man. A lot of things he's used to doing feel more enjoyable whenever Lawrence Dimick is around. But Freddy doesn't have to say that for Larry to know, does he? That's sentimental and affectionate, the equivalent to those three strong words.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Cereal automatically makes him think of Freddy. Obviously, tacos have to do the same. One is best enjoyed at home, the other out and about. Larry smiles around his cigarette thinking of when they went out together, arm in arm for tacos.

Shit. When did he get so fucking soft?]