orangetoughguy | log post II

[That pulls a smile on his mouth. Whether he's got long braided hair, a mustache or clean shaven the kid wants him. Words are only words, after all that was backwards then. All the not knowing all over again. It's not important. What they got, right here and right now is because they use the words they use.]

Thank you for your generosity, pal.

[Lip to lip, he's pulling up the kid's shirt. As for clothes, well, if you wanna fuck right you'll do it mostly naked. With full intent to work his way down to his cock, the ol' bear is thrown off track by the flurry of feathers. Crouching he is almost eye level with the bird at the counter top. Beady. Dark. Eyes.]

[That's more like it. The kid's happy his turnabout worked, whatever gets the old man smiling again. And that smile deserves the kiss it gets. Whoa hey, right now? Freddy was just talking in general, not that he's going to complain though. Right after Larry's just shaved means being able to hold onto a smooth jaw. Perks. He's about getting into it too when the toucan bounces right into the sink, flicking what's left of foam and stuff all over the place which admittedly isn't very far. It just happens to be right where Freddy and Larry are, and apparently at Larry's eye level.]

Aw! C'mon--Sam stop!

[Getting down and dirty, it's modern. It's not all about fucking. Though that brought them to that next level. After the bullets.

Fuck! Larry manages to blink and not get foam in his eyes but he grips the sink and straightens up.]

Damn it!

[Bird, why you gotta make him try and speak badly about you. They didn't have toucans back in the day. Not that he knew. Is there any winning at all. He keeps the foam sporting eye shut before taking a towel to it.]

Fuck.

[Rub rub. Huff, huff. When he's able to look he glares at the bird and then looks to the kid. Hands up in the air a moment he's exiting the bathroom.]

Forget it.

[Frou frou classic shit, no frou frou classic shit. Larry shakes his head.]

That's dirty bathwater! [Flappy hands manage to chase the toucan out of the sink but the damage is already done. Not that Larry's honestly mad though, is he? It's part of living with a big old bird and who can blame a toucan, a wet sink is tempting.] Shit man now I gotta wash you down.

[Oh, there goes a lumbering bear.] Maybe later!

[Freddy calls after Larry because it's just one small interruption out of how many times they've managed to fuck around? A whole fucking lot. What's one put on hold? No thing. In the meantime the kid's got a toucan to spray.]

[They can go a day. Hell, they done longer. Whatever. Nothing. Though the whole day it's bothering this old bear. The toucan and the statement about Freddy feeling like a girl. That was not what that was about. Did none of it touch him at all? None of that shit? Okay. That can be accepted can it? Why the fuck not. He's a young man.

Lawrence Dimick isn't a pussy. He likes softer, sweeter elements. Who the fuck knows why. Maybe because he's bent.

This is stewing in his brain as he sits back in his chair much later in the evening evening.

So far the score marks as Mr. White: 0 The Bird: 2.5 interceptions. The first in the bathroom something of a second attempt in the kitchen lead to some serious noise because it was expecting fruit. As for the half....well....Larry can't specifically remember but it feels like it is far more than it should be.

The only arms he slept with are the chairs.]

[E-e-e-ee-e-ee-e. Incoming. There's a toucan soaring down from the second floor to the first. It's the same old toucan Larry's seen before (the winner) but there's something different about Sam tonight. Could it be the splash of purple dangling from his bright bill? The bird lands on the coffee table carrying a short stem of orchids. Beady black eyes stare at Lawrence Dimick.]

[Oh boy. Here we go. Brown eyes look up and watch the bird swoop down. Though...wait a second. Larry sits up. ]

What do ya got there?

[Is that an orchid? What the fuck is Sam doing with an orchid? Where would he get it? On his feet now to stand over the perched bird.]

I'm pretty sure you're not supposed to eat that.

[Nice and slow now he is moving down to be eye level. Though to be honest it isn't without reservation. No foam here to get flung in his face. That doesn't mean a damn thing though. Sam here is crafty.

The more he thinks about it and really gets a look at the bloom he sees that it isn't anything from outside on a window box.]

[The same way Larry's looking down Sam is looking up like they're the same damn height. Big bill big balls or something or...he's just a toucan and that's how toucans roll. Who knows. But yeah, he's staring and his head pivots at the same pace that White takes to meet him at eye level. It's almost horror show material. Then suddenly snap. The bird snips the stem in two, leaving a half stretch of blooms for Larry and a half stretch of blooms for his own cage, which the toucan promptly flaps towards to decorate.]

[The beak isn't that sharp. And since the old man doesn't want to go through the bird visiting no doctor again, he braves the cage to make sure the flowers are out.]

Not for you, buddy boy. Hear me? Not for you.

[Looks like he's got about everything in his hand and then he dips to get whatever fell on the floor.]

Where'd this come from?

[Like he'll get an answer. The bear is on the move. If the bird is out chances are Freddy is out and about someplace. But where?]

[E-ee-e-e-e-ee-ee-e-e. That's toucanese for pleeeeeeaaaaase...let me have something, even if it's not orchids--shiny. Sam stretches, noticing his awesome supercool tambourine is in here. Time to play. Effectively that means there's a red butt pointed your way, Lawrence Dimick. Sam's no threat now.

As for the other beast who lives in this den, that fox hound Freddy is somewhere upstairs doing what he does best; trying to figure out what's what and failing in it. The kid doesn't know the first thing about flowers or how colors look good and if that vase can go over there or if this one should be over here. He's still trying to adjust them, knowing full well there's a bear downstairs and that bear is up and about. The clock is ticking, Newendyke.

For the tenth time he puts this vase back on the left while putting the one on the left back in the other corner then switching these two over here.]

[Toucanese isn't a language he speaks but he knows back talk when he hears it. They may never be able to understand each other. Could be a reoccurring theme in this household.

Is the kid hiding out? Since it only takes a good look around to find out whether he's on the lower level, the old man tries to make quiet on the stairs.

Fee. Fi. Fo. Fum. Ah. There he is. One step in from the threshold and he sees the colored blossoms.]

Woah.

Heeey Larry.

[Freddy greets with a not so smooth turn around to face Larry which almost knocks a couple blooms off. These vases are in the old man's room by the way, but there's another bowl-bouquet type in the bathroom. The most important (uh, interesting) part is how the upstairs level smells like some kind of floral fiesta.]

[Smells like a garden up here. And that's something for not one but two smokers in this house. How many vases are there? Larry steps close to the first one for a sniff, briefly because there's something else worth nosing.

All this? Really?]

Hell of a collection.

[He's about face to face with Freddy now. Hands on his hips. Can a fella look visibly touched? Grinning from ear to ear, standing toe to toe with the clever fox.]

[A few, because the kid couldn't decide on a theme so all in all there are roses, orchids, tulips, and some other stuff in total.]

Yeah well. [Is he being bashful? Maybe, but in his own Freddy Newendyke sort of way. He tucks his hands into his pockets, still wearing the hoodie, shirt, and jeans he went out in. There are some leaves and remnant petals on his sleeves. Yeah, he hauled each and every vase up himself.] I don't wanna be caught up in some cold war crap. So I'm sorry I pissed you off, whatever I did.

[He wants to get all of that out before he feels he can even return a smile to Lawrence Dimick.]

[Somewhere between a snort and incredulous laugh Larry accepts that he can't hide shit sometimes, not with this kid and his nose for trouble. What the fuck was he thinking anyway. The guy went out and did this. It's no cheap stunt, no cheap stunt at all. His paws hover to brush away the flora.]

Baby. [Task done he grips the kid at the elbows. Huffing out a breath, he licks his lips. It's gonna sound fucking stupid. Then again he guesses it would still be difficult to say if he had a period silver tongue.] I kinda thought you were nobody's romantic. You proved me dead wrong.

[Damn right it ain't cheap. The kid's sworn off flashy toys and comics for the rest of June even though he kind of knows the old man won't have him penny pinching over that stuff. Paws are free to hover and brush.]

I'm not romantic.

[Freddy admits with the slightest shrug. That definitely answers what upset Larry although he's pretty sure the toucan's timing still had something to do with it as well.]

I don't know I guess I don't think about it...

[Consider, Dimick that Freddy is a younger guy. He has made a habit of not being committal at all. And what, so he doesn't get moony over the same bullshit you do. Is that worth pitching a fit? Look what came out of it.

...yeah, the kid is going to be finding money in his pockets he forgot was there or something.]

All that fluff and shit from the curse was kinda nice to me. [Using words now. Hopefully the right ones.] And not that I feel like I can't say anything I want to you but all that flowery talk well, it was the right place and time.

[Eyes moving from one fixture to the other he's trying to gauge price. Shit. This amazing fucking kid.]

[Come on now, it's not a habit per se, he just happens to get moony over superheroes saving cities. Lawrence Dimick's been his only gateway to the world of mooning over wining and dining. That's not the same as saying Freddy's never wined and dined a date before...Larry just happens to outclass him in every way possible when it comes to that.

It only makes sense then that the old man enjoyed being thrown into 17th Century France. He knows how to dance the proper circles and maintain subtlety, he knows how to seduce without being blunt. Could be the kid doesn't think men are allowed to seduce each other, to treat each other as they might if the rest of the world didn't insist "That's only for women." But he's still a fool for love, he just gets Cs in the language.]

It wasn't just fluff and shit.

[Freddy shakes his head, knowing Larry doesn't think that at all. If the old man enjoyed it then it wasn't just fluff and shit; it's something that makes Larry smile.] I'm not real good at this.

[Half a shuffle and they're hip to hip. Freddy doesn't smell like fine perfumes or oils. His long hair is his own. The old man doesn't swoon though it would be a lie to say that there's no similar effect in his body with the kid just being the kid.]

I don't care. [Whether he's good at it or not. Larry's bear snout noses along Freddy's hairline.] You're doing okay in my book so far.

Cool, man.

[Now isn't that a prime example of how a Newendyke reacts to this kind of situation? Well, a Freddy Newendyke anyway. He closes his eyes like it'll make him feel that bear snout even more as he tilts his head to form against Larry. You got fuckin' lucky with this old man, Newendyke.]

I got one too. [A flower arrangement he means. Yeah, for himself.]

[This close he can hardly smell the flowers. It's all smoke, soap and Freddy. Larry's favorite.]

Oh yeah?

[So. Many. Vases.]

Show me.

[Because he wants to see what kind Freddy likes.]

Uh huh.

[Caramel greens open up again. Then hip to hip becomes hand to hand as he guides Larry over to his own room like a kid pulling a grown up to come see something awesome. There on the ledge of his widest window is it.]

Fucking cool huh? It looks like an alien.

[Held like this the kid could take him about everywhere. Larry stops and hangs over Freddy's shoulder, leaning against him to see.

No, they're not flowers but looking at it, really looking at it. It looks like a Newendyke piece.]

Pretty fucking cool.

[For a plant he'd want for all his own. Out of all the others the kid wanted this. Kinda looks like an older roughed up motherfucker sitting pretty there. Both arms wrap around Freddy from behind.]

[It's like a mutant without the skintight suit or the lasers and gear. It's like the Swamp Thing but without mystic red eyes. All in all, it caught Freddy's eye because it's different and weird (kind of like him, kind of like a toucan). But those other more traditional flower arrangements are pretty neat too, near for Lawrence Dimick. Oh is he getting romantic again? He leans back into the old man a little, mostly with his rear. In this day and age there aren't very many layers of fabric between them.]

Yeah I know. And real easy to take care of, I water that shit and call it a day. I don't gotta worry about messing up, hurting it... [He's still talking about the plant, or is he?]

You were pretty careful with the last one as I recall.

[When the old man got him flowers. The look on his face. Expressions like that on his young face is worth failed efforts for romance.

Oh. Yeah. That ass is appreciated.]

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