log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[Floppy hair gets mussed floppily, there's just no way to stop that from happening. Freddy takes the last pull on his cigarette before putting it out.]

I can make a meal outta you.

[The kid says with all the coolness of a wifebeater leather jacket wearing new guy on the up and up, under a pair of paws. He's looking at Larry now as if daring him to argue otherwise. What's the plan for tomorrow again? Another spin before getting the car detailed? Maybe he'll corner the old man in the john with all the weight of four LA County sheriffs and a german shepherd.]

[whitetwoguns]

Don't be biding off more than you can chew.

[There we go. Mr. White can see some teeth in this fox hound. Brown eyes look over his face feeling combative and thrilled all at fucking once. He leans in for a rough kiss to taste the fullness of his cigarette on his tongue before pulling away.]

Wanna head on home now, tough guy? We can take it in to get her all cleaned up tomorrow.

[orangetoughguy]

I wou--

[Whoops there goes that word, swallowed whole by another mouth laced with Chesterfield. Freddy meets the kiss head one, so close it almost threatens to give him another hard one. Whew, breathe tough guy. He's gonna take that as some sort of acceptance for his thinly veiled challenge.]

Okay. [Freddy relents, giving another nod before scurrying into the front seat. And not without a medium-firm step on Larry's knee to get there.]