log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[His hair just flops right back into place without any gel or wax to keep it styled but that's okay with Freddy. That's how this hound is. After sticking grapes in the cage, prompting a toucan to hop out of the log and perch happily, e-ee-e-e-ee-e'ing cheerfully before feasting on the stuff, Freddy locks the cage door again then grabs a hoodie and pulls on his shoes. He gives the old man a look just as he's stepping through the doorway, something soft but wordless.]

[whitetwoguns]

[That look. Larry shuts the door enough to obscure them and the inside of the apartment as he leans forward to say something wordless with his mouth against Freddy's.

I'm sorry.

I love you.

You make me so happy.

Sometimes he can be a stupid old man who thinks he knows and wants everything.]

[orangetoughguy]

[This kiss doesn't surprise him even though he can't say he saw it coming, but when it does these hands are on Larry and this mouth right on his to return the sentiment.

I don't know what I'd do without you. You piss me off so fucking much. I love you.]

[whitetwoguns]

[You're the best thing I got. Slowly as it simmers down he pulls away. That's a smile just for Freddy Newendyke right there. Now he'll open the door.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy's smile isn't as wide, not quite like a floppy haired kid's usual grin, but with good reason. When they're on their way out, at some point (granted where they're in a less crowded place in which people won't know who they are) he'll guide one of those bear arms around himself to stuff Larry's paw into his own hoodie pocket. That's where it's easiest for him to slip his own hand on top of the other, subtle and out of sight.]