Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
Entry tags:
log post II
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
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I knew I forgot to tell him something.
[What the hell kind of a noise is it making anyway. Larry doesn't recognize it. Not yet.]
I'm gonna pull out.
[Siiigh. A last grind for the road.]
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[Freddy says, downplaying the dynamic between bear and bird. It's kind of funny when he thinks about it, about Larry needing to assert his territory or whatever it is bears do, almost charming. Okay it is charming, dare he say, cute? Regarding the noise though, Freddy has no idea but he's going to check it out. Eventually. It's not whistling/croaking/creaking enough to sound alarmed.]
Gotcha.
[A nod followed by a groan for the grind and the oncoming loss of fullness. It's a slow and steady unfortunate process, but they can't go through life fused like some nuclear accident. Honestly.]
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[Flop right on his side. Now he's hearing the bird making bird noises. No big fuss. His mouth is itching for a cigarette now. Maybe after wading in the calm.]
...I forgot to ask if this was the first time you ever accepted an alternative form of payment at work.
[Whenever the kid settles he'll be getting a lazy, muscled arm thrown over him.]
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[Again for the loss of fullness and where Larry flops on his side Freddy flops on his stomach. Just a little bit away from the wet spot, thanks. A cigarette would be good about now, he's thinking of plucking one up on his way out to check on the bird. The whistles have grown fewer and far between so maybe he won't have to go down there after all. However, they're gonna have to sleep on another bed unless Larry likes sticky sheets.]
Why, are you getting ideas?
[The kid turns his head to face the old man, eyebrow cocked. The weight of that arm is a welcome addition.]
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[Oh well. Small suffering. It was absolutely worth every wet spot, ache and scratch. The larger portions of quiet get the brain in gear. Could the bird have heard them? Naw. The walls are thicker. As loud as Freddy is he has been louder.]
Oh, I dunno. Gimme some time. I'll let you know when I think of it.
[A-one, a-two, a-three...the bear sits up and grabs a carton of smokes. There's at least one Marlboro in there.]
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[He asks because he knows, knows, Lawrence Dimick's got no reason to bemoan such a small suffering. It was worth it wasn't it? Freddy doesn't sit up too but he does prop his face up by bent elbow to watch that bear lumber about for his smokes.]
Are you gonna bring the company car in, get me to change the oil, then tell me you don't got a dime to your name but you got a nice mouth?
[Just wondering. Fingers reach out for a smoke too, he doesn't even need to ask to get the message across right?]
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[Cigarette for the kid, right between his fingers complete with a light to chase it. Then the old man ignites the end of his smoke before reclining again.]
There are so few trustworthy grease monkeys. I only know this one place. I mean, I have to get results at work. Repair is expensive. I think I may have to give my all, you know. Not just a verbal agreement.
[Hairy leg against hairy leg.]
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[This hairy leg draws up slowly against that hair leg. Puff puff. Okay gotta get down to business, practical business that is. He gives Larry's stomach a firm pat.] Get in the shower, I'll meet you there. [Because metaphors aside, fucking does not make anyone any cleaner after cage-hunting and bird-introducing.] We'll take my bed.
[Because the kid's gonna check on the bird one more time before calling it a night.]