orangetoughguy | log post II

Sam is very cool. He makes funny noises. I cleaned his cage after watching TV with him. We watched the Flintstones.

[Nice recovery, the Larry is happy go lucky once more. Belatedly he stops at one point...]

I'm glad you think I am cool. Larry said you're super cool. I think he is right.

Well he's a toucan, what other kinds of noises is he gonna make?

[Cleaned his cage did he? Larry wrote a proper list for Larry. As for the Flintstones, well that seems like something Sam would enjoy. He looks like a dinosaur for one, and Larry is a dino--er, nevermind that thought. Puff puff. Aw at that compliment the kid can't help but grin.]

Cool dudes hang out with cool dudes, that's just how it is.

[He wonders if Larry told him to say that.]

I don't know. Are there more noises?

[Smiling is good. That means that Larry did a good job. And they're heading home like they're supposed to. Look at all this productivity. The Larry will be so pleased.

That must be why I am supposed to walk you home.

A couple. If he pet him he purrs and if you whistle he chirps.

[At that the original Freddy leans in to give the copy Larry a light bump to the side.]

Probably. I like the company.

[Copy Larry opens the door and holds it open for Freddy as they step into the apartment. The walk home ended up with telling Freddy about what happened in the Flintstone episode as though that is what he needed to know. While the apartment was already clean, the floor has been swept and mopped. There's a lemon cleanser smell that hits the senses. And someone has dusted, he's been a busy clone.]

...I think that Fred should be nicer to Barney and Wilma because they like him.

[Freddy's been playing along the whole time, listening and nodding over the episode recap.]

Well they're definitely not the Jetsons.

[Whoa the smell of the apartment is so...clean, clean like Copy Larry. There's only a small hint of smoke in there and really it's only when you get closer to the upholstery like the pool table and coats in the corner. What a busy clone. Sam over by the window croaks and clicks, eager to be let out.] Hey buddy.

[Hmm. He looks at Larry.] Wanna let'im out?

They don't live in space.

[...Which is not what Freddy was talking about at all. Copy Larry is taking out his note pad and crossing off a few things. Right as he should.]

Okay. [To the cage he goes with Freddy smiling at the bird as he hops here and there.] Hello, Sam. I brought Freddy with me like I said. [Clink of the latch and he puts his hand down so the bird can hop on.]

I think he missed you. [He lightly places the bird bearing paw on the kid's shoulder so Sam can sit there. To Copy Larry all of this is no thing at all.]

...Wow.

[Freddy watches this whole process like it's some bizarre National Geographic program wherein a bear befriends a bird and the two are the best of buddies despite being on opposite ends of the predator-prey spectrum. Oh right, he offers his shoulder for the hopping creature who croaks happily.]

Well I missed him too, right buddy? Did you have a good time with Larry?

[E-e-ee-ee-e-e-e. Sounds like a yes.] So what else is on your list? [A roll of his non-bird bearing shoulder. Sore.]

That is what I said when I saw Sam.

[Happy smile for the reuniting of the bird and his man.]

He has a big, big beak. It feels funny in your hair.

[Freddy is a nice looking man. No wonder Larry likes him so very much.]

I am supposed to get your food when you want it, organize the albums and then ask you what else needs to be done.

Why don't you organize the albums first. We can wait until Larry gets back to eat.

[So they can eat as one big happy family, clone and bird and all. Yep. He scritches Sam's chest which promotes more croaking.]

Okay, Freddy.

[Before though he wants to help pat Sam. Just a bit.]

Do you want them in artist order or album name order? I forgot what Larry told me.

[Soft soft feathers. Too cool, Freddy and his too cool bird together make copy Larry continue to smile like a dummy.]

Sam likes it when you touch him.

Sam just likes attention from cool guys.

[That means you, Lawrence Dimick. Pet pet, croak.]

Artist Order, but that side's his and this side's mine. I mean we share too but sometimes Larry doesn't feel like reaching out for Pink Floyd next to Tom Petty. You got any ideas how to mix the two?

So do I. [And he means it probably not in the first way that comes to Freddy's mind when he hears it. Pat, pat the pretty bird.]

I will put them all together by first letter. Then that will be okay.

[Big ol' grin like a lumbering, friendly bear.]

What will you do, Freddy?

[Riiight...Freddy kind of just looks at the grinning lug, meanwhile Sam leans his big old beak towards Larry, friendly-like. Whoops okay the cool dog is moving. Hop hop and the bird's off Freddy's shoulder to perch on the back of the couch, where Freddy's sitting.]

If you don't mind I'm gonna lay down over here cause I had a rough time at work. Fuckin' sore all over.

[He could be exaggerating to get out of helping Larry with household work or he could actually mean it. Fitting cars and being a mechanic in general is rigorous work for anybody. Of course, Freddy can handle it, he just isn't obligated to go without complaint all the time, especially in his own home.]

I don't mind. I can do it.

[Though he doesn't scoot far to the albums he looks over at the couch and at Freddy.]

I could help you with a massage or start a bath. Those feel nice too

[Have a floppy haired head poking up over the back of the couch. Sam is staring at Larry too now. Blankly.]

You can do that? I mean the massage.

Uh huh. I can. Do you want me to do it now or after the albums?

[Clone Larry is pushing up his sleeves one way or the other they'll get in the way whatever he may do. Say, check the wildcat right there. At least a few things are right about him.]

I can do feet, I dunno about your back or nothing but I will try.

[Well Freddy's got experience with Larry's hands on him but what about the clone? He's not as sharp as Lawrence Dimick however those muscles look absolutely real, they ought to function just as firmly. Freddy's sitting up now.]

The albums can wait. [It's okay for the kid to usurp the old man's authority in this case, right?] Lemme see what you can do.

[Sam up there gets a chain of plastic toy shapes with grapes hidden inside to keep him busy.]

Okay, Freddy. [Closer to that reclining dog he goes.] I can start on your feet cuz I know those best.

[He'll start by removing one shoe and then the other. Larry did say to keep Freddy happy. Plunk goes one shoe, plunk goes the other shoe. And now he's going for the socks. The whole shebang right here.]

Is it hard to do hydraulics?

[That's what he said he was using. Such a funny word. Funny words stick with a guy. Both paws concentrate on one foot.]

Sure thing.

[He draws his feet up in anticipation. This is gonna be good, Freddy thinks to himself. Of course he'd stop at the first sign of the clone's displeasure but the way the lug is acting it almost sounds like to him this is some kind of privilege. Bare footed now, Freddy wiggles his toes.]

Yep, you know the springs that keep your car from getting too much shock when you're going over rocks and bumps? Some guys like to take their suspension to a whole new level.

[Oh that feels good, if he were a dog he'd be wheeling his leg.]

[See though it is a privilege. Larry told him that Freddy is wonderful, great and should be treated very nicely.It's not a fib. And so far simple, slow moving mind that copy Larry has he's seen nothing to disprove this statement. Freddy wants to hear about the Flintstones and has a neat bird. Oh and he wants this Larry's help. This Larry loves to help.]

And you gotta do that for the guy?

[Listening with all ears it still sounds like a mysterious process.]

Your feet are tense, Freddy.

[Thumbs roll down his arch to his heel then back up. A few times of this and there isn't as much tension at all. Just what Larry is aiming for.]

Yep. It's not hard when you think about it but all the work that goes into it? And you know I'm just one guy. It gets you real sore by the end of the day.

[And here comes the noise. His back arches upward on the seat cushion.] Ooh, you're doin'...real good Larry...

Now you get to relax.

[Larry keeps on the same foot, and he scoots forward while sitting on the coffee table to prop the foot up on his shoulder to focus on the calf.]

Thank you. I was hoping that I would be okay. Do you think it will help on your back when I'm done with your other foot, Freddy? I want you to feel good.

[Whoa. That foot hoisted up brings a slight flush of color to Freddy's face.] Uh. Uh yeah. Yeah that would be nice, if you're not too busy. I feel pretty good.

[Oh shit he's good with his hands. Freddy tilts his chin up to make more noises. If he were a toucan he'd be croaking.] Where'd you learn to do this man?

I am busy helping you but no other way right now.

[These noises are good noises. He swallows and starts to feel the effect of them. Oh. Larry did say that Freddy was wonderful. He wasn't lying. Gulp.]

Larry used to massage a lady's feet. And then his wrestling friends then they would massage him too. I don't remember their names. Sorry.

[Leg is hoisted a little higher now so he can get on the muscles above the knee.]

Am I doing okay? [In case if those noises are not good ones...even though they're making Larry feel good.]

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