orangetoughguy | log post II

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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