log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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