[He doesn't want to leave those thick fingers on his hair but he's going to have to. Orange straightens up with both hands on White's hips again to slowly pull away. Painstakingly slow enough it evokes another hiss from him for the tightness he feels upon separating. When that's accomplished he plunks back down on the fur rug. A messy fur rug. Huh.]
Is that gonna cost me?
[The kid asks, nodding at the stain on the pelt. He's not trying to say he won't pay for it...but he's on a cop salary, so...]
[White eases up to be on his hands again. Both of them. Though once more for the road and all for Orange's pleasure does he keep positioned, legs splayed.]
Nothin'.
[Seeing as he's paying for far more than he bargained for as it is. He reaches for his trousers to get a smoke.]
[Before you know it he's licking his lips over the sight of White splayed out on all fours like that, freshly fucked. But the moment passes quickly because...well, because he's not supposed to be attached. Don't get fucking attached, Orange. He takes a cue from White and reaches into his own pockets for a smoke.]
Cool. [Light up light up, drag. Keep your words short and simple.]
I'm gonna have a couple smokes and think about it.
[Orange nods once, streaming smoke from his nose. It's pretty honest one way or another, but the curious matter of it is his casual wording: a couple smokes means more than one and more than one means more time to think, giving him more time in White's company. Maybe they'll talk, maybe they won't, but he's giving it a chance. He happens to like just watching this old man too, it's worth a shot.]
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Is that gonna cost me?
[The kid asks, nodding at the stain on the pelt. He's not trying to say he won't pay for it...but he's on a cop salary, so...]
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Nothin'.
[Seeing as he's paying for far more than he bargained for as it is. He reaches for his trousers to get a smoke.]
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Cool. [Light up light up, drag. Keep your words short and simple.]
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You can stay as long as you like.
[Though the moment his eyes are closed, the moment he leaves, he may not find Orange. Maybe he'll know it already.]
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[Orange nods once, streaming smoke from his nose. It's pretty honest one way or another, but the curious matter of it is his casual wording: a couple smokes means more than one and more than one means more time to think, giving him more time in White's company. Maybe they'll talk, maybe they won't, but he's giving it a chance. He happens to like just watching this old man too, it's worth a shot.]