log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

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.

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]