log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[Being held like this while fucking dying is about the only comfort that anyone can give outside of getting help or ending the misery. It's not misery here in the City. And it wouldn't be on the outside, not really. The old man grips him right back, touching his face with both hands before combing back his hair.]

That's my man.

[orangetoughguy]

[God he loves those fingers in his hair. He wouldn't want to give that up for anything. Besides, Freddy just put his motorcycle together. The kid can't let them skip off this world without taking it around the island full circle. Just once. Like a do over of their driving that car in a circle when they first arrived, not that Freddy would want to do that over either. He has no regrets.]

We got corn dogs and some tacos left over.

[whitetwoguns]

Fucking mind reader.

[Larry was thinking more on the lines of they get a big truck and stash the bike in the back. It'd be a bitch to do but pay off. There are many angles to consider. Either way, the point of the journey isn't the destination they say. Was that in a movie or a fortune cookie?

Ruffle that hair once more before he's up on his feet to prepare the goods in the microwave.]

Thirsty?

[Since he's at the fridge too. It's a good way to mellow out.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Ffff. He shakes his head to 'fix' that floppy mess more out of habit than anything because Freddy can't lie about enjoying that paw. Now that they're separated though he sits up over the back of the couch and nods.]

Sure.

[Catching the pool table in his eye he wonders how they could take anything beyond the clothes on their backs. And his Green Lantern ring. And his Marvel Transformers. And Larry's pin ups. They've lived a life here, it would be a shame for it to be only their little secret when they're back on earth, like fucking Narnia or some shit.]