log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

Oh yeah. So fucking big down there.

[Here, he'll put a paw on it.]

Was your daddy a nigger?

[Yeah we can just bulldoze over all that sentimentality and be fucking assholes a while. That nose so close to his nose is the one he loves so damn much.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Putting a paw on it as it goes down in swelling? That's just unfair.]

Nope. I don't have a drop of big hulking black man in me. [Freddy shakes his head before adding:] Too bad huh?

[Toucan play at this game.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Hey. He was the one that made it swell and unswell. How is that unfair?]

You'd like that wouldn't you?

[No, really. Larry is beginning to believe that Freddy has his own kind of jungle fever.]

[orangetoughguy]

I'm not complaining or anything.

[Have a big old shrug, Lawrence Dimick. If Freddy has any kind of fever it's only fueled by what he has for Mr. White first. Anything else is just additional seasoning.]

[whitetwoguns]

Oh right.

[He won't push it instead he'll be planting small wet ones on his face as though he didn't just pound him into a majority of flat surfaces.]

Welcome back, Mr. Orange.

[orangetoughguy]

[Look at it this way, Larry, you're not the only one who's gonna really feel it in the morning. Freddy's gonna be sore too.]

Nice seeing you again, Mr. White.