orangetoughguy | log post II

What's not to love?

[Says the old man at last. He can only take so much brutality to the gut.]

One big happy...whatever.

[With an "Okay, Freddy" delivered with the goofiest smile the copy is getting dressed again. Larry shells out the money and writes down what he wants and what he remembers that Freddy wants and gives it to their errand boy. Oh and he has to make it perfectly clear where the Italian place is...with a refresh of the rules. No names. No bull. Don't be followed.

Is this what it's like to be a parent? Sheesh. Worse yet he sometimes wonders if the copy is reflecting his worst traits when he was younger. Yeah, he believes he's that much of a dope back then.]

Edited 2011-04-21 02:20 (UTC)

Don't think too hard about it.

[If you don't then I don't have to either, that said to the original bear. There's a pat pat to that gut too as the errand boy hops to getting himself decent for an outing. He's not simple minded enough to go out without pants or anything, er...right?]

[Good, good meal. The original ol' bear is on the couch, lounging and having a smoke. While he's mellow he's not done for the night. The clone on the other hand, well, he's been dragging since dinner. A shower than sleep was what he asked for.]

He's sure been in there for sometime. Maybe he fell asleep.

[Puff, puff on a Chesterfield.]

Water's still running.

[This is said at you, Freddy. Though...is someone talking?]

Guess I better check on'im before he floods the place.

[Freddy suggests before getting up from the couch. Hop hop, Sam who's been let out again switches perches from the dirty blonde kid to the peppered brunette old man. STARE.]

[Smoke between his lips he readily stares back at the bird. Weird little thing. What's with the staring? Is he trying to make a point? Oh. Must be the double business right now. Yeah, that's it. Except he was staring quiiite a bit before.]

Freddy!

[That's heard much more clearly from the bathroom. Once the door opens the room is filled up with steam from the hot shower. The glass from the shower door is partly opened, a paw is holding on to it white knuckled.]

Hey hey, what's wrong. Are you okay?

[Oof, waving steam away doesn't help much but he's making his way over to the shower. At least there's no flooding. As for Sam, look he's a toucan, what else is he supposed to do? Use that beak for evil? Cuz he could.]

My legs are gone! [Right you are, in fact he doesn't have much of a torso from the looks of it, just arms that are trying to keep together though there's some sort of a goopy quality. His face isn't looking so good either, something like melting butter.] I don't know what's happening! I'm scared! Help!

[As for the other Larry, he is properly engaged in the staring contest. The rushing water hides the copy's cries which aren't as strong as they could be. Just...what is so interesting about the old guy to look at. If he were a person it'd be because they're the same species. Larry doesn't have any fruit or any bird toys.]

HOLY SHIT!

[Scramble scramble. Oh fuck it must be midnight. What a cruel trick this city plays, he hopes it doesn't hurt. Without thinking twice Freddy reaches into the shower to take...what's left of the copy into his arms.]

It's okay buddy, it's okay! Close your eyes for me man, you're gonna be okay!

[He hopes to God this is over soon. Soon please. Soon and painless.]

Freddeggghhh.

[He's trying to hold onto him like he was to the sliding glass door of the shower except his paws aren't working like they did hours ago. Breathing is more like a bubbling motion.]

Mmm scaaarreddd.

[Once those eyes close, they can't open again.]

Whatsssh happenenugh?

[By this time Larry, the real unmelting Larry, comes into the bathroom. What the fuck could be making all of the noise? He comes on into the bathroom to see a fleshy mass of something falling apart in Freddy's hands.]

Jesus fucking Christ!

It's okay buddy. It's gonna be over soon.

[The words coming out of his mouth are hard to swallow but at the same time this whole ordeal is so bizarre it's gruesomely comical. When the copy is nothing but a puddle getting washed down the drain he almost acts on pushing the stopper just to save the clone some dignity. Fucking bizarre.]

What time is it?

[He asks Larry, the real one, when he comes in. Always best to make sure, just because. Sam flaps his way in too to perch on the edge of the sink curiously.]

Fregh... scaregh...

[That's all the copy can say now. What was a mouth is about shut. As for limbs they're not there anymore. Larry stands blinking and about dropping his cigarette. What? Oh. Question.]

It's about 11:59... Fellas got a minute.

[And counting. Now it's only goop. No eyes, no ears or mouth or anything looking like a person at all. Just. Goop.]

Damn. Melted like the fucking witch from Oz.

[Hey look the bird can stare at something else.]

[Oh the bird is staring. Totally staring. Not about to fly into it though no, Freddy doesn't look like he'd appreciate that.]

Shit man he's all over me.

[Innuendo aside, it's still pretty nasty and kind of sad, but not sad enough to bring the kid to shed a tear. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little bad though.]

And then some.

[Innuendo abound. Larry shakes his head and stoops to pull Freddy up.]

Stand under the water and send him out to sea completely.

[The rest of him, well, he can towel up. What a way to go. Damn. Larry shakes his head. It wasn't really him, or even a part of him. Just...looked like him. Boy, what a fucking trip. He runs his fingers through his own hair and lets the cigarette dangle.]

Strange shit. ...you okay, kid?

Yeah, I'm okay. He was a nice guy.

[He nods while getting up on his feet, wet hands still on Larry. Damn Freddy's just wet all over but at least he's being rinsed too.] ....I swallowed that.

[A little humor can go a long way. Right?]

Yeah.

[Practically a puppy. He didn't deserve to melt like that, then again not like he asked to come into being the first place.]

Sure did. And then some. So...technically he'll always be with you.

[Along with the old bastard of an original. Larry holds his cigarette aside to run a paw through his hair.]

All things considered he had the best day a person could have.

..........

[There's a heavy elbow to Larry's gut for that gruesome yet utterly true remark. Freddy would be lying again if he said he didn't appreciate it. Nonetheless though an elbowing is more than deserved.]

Yeah, I guess.

[The kid nods. Hop hop twitch stare, Sam's on the floor now just eyeballing the mess, to which Freddy responds by shutting the shower door swiftly.] No buddy, that's just sick.

Ow! [That one got him good, he nearly bends in half. Nearly. The cigarette is as good as gone lost in some of the moisture on the tile floor. Another early loss. Coughing and laughing he straightens.]

Sorry.

[Huh what? His attention turns to the toucan.]

Fuckin' Sam. You bastard, show some respect. [Yeah, let's pass the scorn on down.] You want me to put him away? [And give the kid a minute. Larry was okay with his double but...seemed like he took a real shining to Freddy maybe a little the other way. If it weren't, well, himself he might feel a little jealous. That's a drawback of that kind of a fucking.]

Naw it's cool.

[On goes the sink faucet, filling it to a shallow depth so the toucan can bathe cause why else would he want to go in the shower?? Hop hop flutter perch. Now the toucan's on the sink again, waiting to dive in. Meanwhile...he runs his wet but clean fingers through his floppy hair.]

So...you aren't weirded out or anything?

I didn't say that. It is fucking weird. But I know he sure wasn't me, not really. Looked like me.

[...out loud that sounds like he's grasping at straws. Huh. He should keep that in mind next time.]

I mean, it was weird but he kinda fit in naturally right quick. Helpful son of a bitch. And uh really liked you.

[Visa versa. Larry rubs his forehead and pushes around the towel with his feet across the floor.]

Feel bad being annoyed by him now.

I don't think he went out believing you hated him.

[Freddy says, this time with a lighter nudge to that gut. It's gentle, honest. This isn't so bad really, just, weird. He sucked on that guy, are they supposed to think of him as a tool or a human being? Wasn't this done in an Avengers story? Aw shit Newendyke, don't think too much about it, it won't make you a cold hearted bastard. Besides, Larry doesn't seem too bothered and he's not cold hearted...most of the time.

Splash splash flutter ruffle. There goes the toucan, bathing in the sink happily.]

I hope not.

[That nudge he leans into and slowly puts his arms around.]

The weirdest part was seeing me go to pieces...except that wasn't me.

[The image alone can mess with a guy's head. From where the old man stands the double was a human being, a stupid imperfect human being just like everybody else. Hopefully he had his fun, and at least he knew he was cared about as he went. That's what matters. Nobody gets to choose how their gonna go anyways. Fuck, Larry himself could die tomorrow feeling as happy and stupid as the clone.

Animals sure don't get caught up in thoughts and complexes like this. At least not the lies of Sam. The splashing even sounds happy.]

You're not gonna go to pieces.

[The kid replies almost immediately to that remark. The enclosure of those arms feels pretty nice. Okay enough mourning, he refuses to have a funeral for Lawrence Dimick, original or copy.]

You're gonna have to organize your side on your own.

[Lord knows Freddy has his own fair share of albums that need alphabetizing. Of course they can always do this tomorrow, or on the weekend, or you know never without the help of a clone.]

I need my pieces.

[To function, to live right and to keep the kiddo happy.]

Thanks for reminding me. [Phony eye roll and all.] Can't say I didn't get anything out of it. Got a ton of shit done that needed to. And the same goes for you too.

[He pokes at the kid's ribs for good measure.] Took it like a star.

Har dee har. [Over 'getting done' himself. A squidge for the nudge too.] Yeah well I'm pretty much ready for anything you got to throw at me.

[Because he knows Larry that well, is the theory. Tap tap, that's enough with the bathing. A damp bird hops to perch on Larry's shoulder. No offense to Freddy or anything but the other guy's perch is bigger. Just saying. A quick peek into the shower and everything that was once the copy is gone, like he'd never even been there. Freddy shuts the shower off.]

Big, big talk. I'd almost believe it. Now you say you took on two at once.

[And that's the truth. Back to normal more or less. The copy wouldn't want them hung up on it. Right? Doens't seem the type.

With a bird. He's got to take a look at it, sitting there like it is absolutely nothing. At least he knows the chances of it staying there are slim. Sam is one lively mother.]

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