orangetoughguy | log post II

Oh. You did. [Larry grabs another towel to put over the kid's head to dry it though there are water splatters now on the mirror and the sink. Ruffle ruffle as though he's a dog.] On the other end though.

[Larry pulls up the towel away to dry himself and see the kid's reaction to that.]

Now I think you know somethin'.

[About a certain R/C purchase.]

Yeah, well. You liked it--[Ftffhthtbhb yeah rub that in, old man. Freddy shakes his head under the ruffling because now he's the one who can't see.] What're you talkin' about?

[Wait. A green eye narrows at Larry.] What'd you do?

I sure did. You did a damn good job.

[The corners of his eyes wrinkle as they smile. He turns away but the kid can still catch his reflection in the mirror as he combs it back into order.]

Oh. Nothin'.

[Still smiling. Since it's only them he steps out of the bathroom now in the buff. Feel free to follow kid.]

........

[Freddy dries himself off a little more then sets a towel aside while the other one stays around his neck. This is their home, they'll walk naked whenever they feel like it. Of course not all the curtains and blinds are drawn oops.]

Hey what are you talking about?

[The foxhound prods while trotting after the bear.]

[They're up high. Besides, they've done it how many times in broad daylight? The curtains are in various states of open and shut. No rhyme or reason other than preference at the time. Larry is walking into his room.]

Why don't you tell me? I was trying to keep a secret.

[Closet doors open now. He gets his robe first but there's a pretty prominent box sitting in there. Unwrapped.]

How am I supposed to tell you? I don't know anything.

[Freddy argues. Er, wait that came out funny. Flappy hands gesture here and there.] I don't know anything about whatever you're talking about--

[Hey. What's that? The kid tries to edge his way in to peer at the bright box in the closet.]

[Slippers on now. And he ties his robe.]

About this?

[He pushes it on over very carefully.]

Since the jig is up, go ahead and look.

[Arms cross and he pretends to be pissed off. In reality he wants to see whether or not it works as well as it says it does. Probably won't walk and roar on carpet. Though it is a dinosaur they call it Grimlock.]

[Just keep watching, Lawrence Dimick. Green eyes are getting brighter as his jaw drops a little lower.] ...Grimlock.

[Flappy hands are on that box and putting it on a table or something, somewhere he can see better and marvel.] An RC Grimlock. Where'd you get him Larry?

[Yes, Grimlock has a gender and personality.]

[Then this is a toy jackpot like he was hoping it would be. Excellent.]

I keep an eye out for shit like this.

[And an ear to the ground at the casino when someone's talking up some impressive spend for a kid. Same difference now except this kid is above average in many ways.]

He a keeper?

[Because the old man is ever a receipt keeper.]

He's totally a keeper.

[Now watch this kid take the box and head on downstairs. Still naked. An RC Grimlock needs room to roar around you see. Er, wait, Freddy goes back up those few steps he took to bring the box back to Larry.]

Thanks. [And back on his way down.]

[And off he goes. The pride of achievement keeps him from the large loss of company. It's all part of the gift giving. Living like this he could treat Freddy to gift everyday. They only have so much room.

And part of it is the surprise...right? They haven't run out of those. Not yet.]

Welcome.

[Besides, he's following along. How is it supposed to work.]

I don't think he came with a city so you're gonna have to figure out what he'll smash on your own. You should write em and ask for a tiny Japan.

Grimlock's not like that, he's got an aggressive streak but he's an Autobot, not a Decepticon.

[Pay attention, Larry. He's pretty sure the old man is following him too. Awk. Oh look who's awake. Freddy sets the box down on the floor to go and release the toucan first. He's still doing everything pretty naked. E-e-ee-e-e-e. The toucan croaks then flaps over...to perch on Larry's shoulder.]

So he's a nice guy.

[None of those other words made a lick of sense.]

Your kind of a guy.

[Say, does Freddy own any villains? All of those figures need to fight a foe of some kind.

Three is company now with the bird. And isn't he bright eyed and bushy tailed for this hour. Ever since that world hopping bullshit he seems as fine and birdlike as ever. Pink must be on something. Or maybe seeing all those zombified ugly sons of bitches that look so much like himself knocked a screw loose. The old man shows no fear at having that beak so close to his face.]

Y'sure you like it?

He's not nice exactly, he's Grimlock. "Me Grimlock, smash." See? [Freddy points to a speech bubble on the corner of the box professing Grimlock's awesome powers of dino beatdown.] But he's kind of a good guy yeah.

[The kid lets the old man have that one. Meanwhile Sam's watching Freddy, probably mimicking Larry.]

Like it? Get outta here I fucking love it, man. [Ririritrooop. That's the sound of a Newendyke opening a box and taking a toy out like a pro. Hey wait. He sets the Dinobot still tied to its interior packaging aside.] Do you want something?

[Toucan play at that game.]

Oh. Oh yeah. Right.

[...Larry didn't even read the box. It has a blurb about the Autobot's quest and war against the Decepticons. Robotic remote controlled dinosaur covered all he wanted or needed to know before Newendyke education.]

I want to make sure it works.

[It's new, old man. Fresh from the package. Though he catches on that maybe he's looking too eager. Fine then. He moves to the coffee table to get smokes. Sam scurries over from one shoulder to the other to keep an eye on Freddy. While on his perch he keeps his head low to his shoulders, a kinda tough bird look.]

Don't mind me.

Do you want something from me.

[Freddy clarifies with a look at both tough guy and tough bird. Does Larry think he's above getting nice presents in order to persuade a kid to do something? He's only joking of course, unless Larry here really does have a request in mind.]

[Brown eyes look right him in the buff a she lights up. He keeps the exhale away from Sam.]

Not right now.

[Larry takes a seat on the couch.]

Got all I wanted out of you, cowboy.

[The same goes for Freddy, right? Right? They both know it isn't about remote control toys, impressive artsy restaurants or even dirty sex in the shower. It's about being here and loving every moment of it.]

[Sam is grateful for the redirection of said smoke and he shows it by fluffing himself up to better roost on Lawrence Dimick. Might tickle those bear ears for a second.]

Well okay.

[Freddy replies with still a healthy amount of skepticism but he's accepting of Larry's answer too. They both have what they want, when it comes down to it. The toys, the fine eating, the sex, those happen to be the perks and Freddy's about to give his life by sticking batteries into Grimlock.]

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