orangetoughguy | log post II

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[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.]

I can take three if I really feel like it.

[The kid counters, perhaps bluffing, perhaps not. That would depend, three men in general or three Lawrence Dimicks? What about two adult Dimicks and one teenager Dimick? Somehow thinking of multiple participants in terms of variations of this tough guy makes talking the talk way easier. It sure made walking the walk a little bit of a breeze, and memorable too. That's how the copy would want it, he likes to think.]

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