log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

I just did the wash.

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

Are you complaining?

[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?]

[whitetwoguns]

Observation. Nothin' more.

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[No need to say 'thanks' either right? He takes the lit cigarette then sucks in a shallow pull. Laying in bed a mess with this tough guy smoking cigarettes, that's the stuff.] You can try man, I'm pretty sure you got your ways for workin' things out, being the professional you are.

[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.]