log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[Whoa there. A grunt and a curl forward makes him putty in those bear paws. Shit that's hardly playing fair, honestly Lawrence Dimick, honestly.]

I'll--I'll bet. [Huff. Being caught up like this makes one a little less eloquent okay?] Oh yeah, don't you know I'm supercool to all the highschoolers? They love me.

[It's ego-swelling and self-deprecating at the same time but Freddy knows it and Freddy doesn't mind. He rocks a little bit in those hands.] Are you reading mine now, you old bastard?

[whitetwoguns]

[It's a good firm, all American ass in this bear's hands. Could make a grown man cry. Really though, Freddy Newendyke, all's fair in love and war.]

Fuck do I ever know. Supercool's only the start. This highschooler I know really took a shining to you.

[Just the facts, officer. The old man sighs and helps that rocking motion.]

Uh huh. Except you took it all out of me, you motherfucker. So I'm only gonna give you lip service.

[orangetoughguy]

[Telling Lawrence Dimick no lies and knocking him out with those American thighs? Sure why not, not like Freddy Newendyke has anywhere else to be or anyone else he'd rather be with for that matter. A little more rocking and the kid's smiling. So much for not getting mad but the madness doesn't last for long, unless it's referring to how crazy fucking mad he is for Mr. White.]

Put your money where your mouth is.

[He combs his fingers through Larry's not as thick or glossy but still great to hold hair. He can put his mouth where the kid's moneymaker is too. Something cute like that.]