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orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
orangetoughguy) wrote2010-08-05 05:20 am
Entry tags:
log post II
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
third person narrative, action bracket spam, anything goes
log post I | log post II | log post III
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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[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.
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[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.]
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[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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[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.]