orangetoughguy | log post II

[No suit for now. His white tee ain't so white anymore.]

Pass me a towel first.

[To get the floor and his face.]

So tell me how that wish deal works? Does he know where you live?

[Freddy's smarter than that but they can't be too sure.]

[He hands Larry the towel he just used then proceeds to light up a cigarette to help get the smell and nausea out of his head.]

Naw. That's probably why I landed on you, he didn't really know where in home to put me. He does this thing where he just says what he wants to do over and over and then it happens. That's it.

He asked if I wanted to fly but I turned the kid down. I mean we didn't even have dinner or anything that's movin' too fast for a teenager. [He's joking, Larry.]

[Sideways look for you, Freddy then right back to mopping up the mess.]

What did you two do?

[There's a Transformer on the sink so maybe it might have been comic books and pizza.]

[Come on now would Freddy fuck a teenager? They already have a whole teenager between them and that's enough for him.]

He wasn't doin' too well after playing Magneto over the weekend so I gave him a little Cap to cheer him up. [Does that make any sense to Larry?] Then he told me he knows a girl who can mimic Johnny Storm and he can make a blue board to fly around like the Silver Surfer.

[Pause.] But normal flying's easier or something.

[It's a fleeting, amusing thought. The teenager would have to be one amazing son of a bitch. Not just super powered but virtually movie star quality in almost every way with a penchant for comics.]

Oh yeah? Share your guys?

[No that doesn't make any sense. Freddy is happy. That means that there was no trouble. He must have succeeded in cheering up his friend. Looks like the floor is going to be as clean as it's gonna get without soap and shit.]

Walking is easier than that. About everybody can do it.

[Except for Professor X.]

But how many people do you know can just pop back and forth or fly?

[He snaps his fingers to emphasize the speed of transport.] The most flying I ever did was chopper training and it wasn't all that high.

None.

[He doesn't even need to think for a second. Facts are facts.]

You ain't never told me you flew a helicopter.

[Shirt ruined it may as well be swapped for another.]

I didn't fly one. I sat in one. We got a good 10ft off the ground and kinda swung around the runway. That's it. I flew more swinging from trees.

[The kid explains with just minor disappointment. He had pilots for grandparents. How did he end up not even getting to ride a crop duster? Oh right, his dad and them don't get along that swimmingly.]

Still sounds cool.

[Okay. He'll make another drink now. Yuck. The sink. Larry lets the water run a little longer. It's no thing.]

Well, if it was so fun with your friend how come you lost your lunch?

[No malice or spite meant, he just wants to know. Is the puking part of the fun? Larry doesn't know a thing about missed opportunities with crop dusters. He does know about trouble with Pops here and there.]

[Puff puff on his cigarette. He hovers around Larry now. Somehow silently as a toucan can be, Sam is also down in the kitchen hovering around Larry's other side. E-ee-e-ee-e-e-e.]

He said the first time's usually rough on everybody.

[No innuendo there. That's actually what the kid said so sue him for repeating it.]

[A beck to the left and a beak to the right, here he is stuck in the middle.]

Want one?

[He's listening. So he doesn't know how magic goes but that sounds about right.]

I don't know if it'll settle your stomach.

[To the fridge, watch it Freddy. Coke out. Jack out.]

What was it like?

Sure. [A drink with his old man and his trusty bird, they fared a lot better than some of the other people in this city.]

Well it was real fast and it was kind of cold but not real icy or anything. [Coming from a Californian this places the temperature at 65 degrees.] One second I'm there then the next second I'm here and feeling dizzy. I think it gets better when you're used to it. I gotta try the surfing.

[He pantomimes being the Silver Surfer except now he's got a toucan on his shoulder who almost seems to mimic gliding by stretching those wings.]

But you know like I said I turned down the flying cause I didn't want you missing out in case you wanna fly too or somethin' but walking's cool. Nothing doing. Horse riding if that's your thing. [He knows Larry loves cowboys.]

[Okay well, maybe it won't mess him up. After all, it's just booze and soda pop. The vomiting was just once. He seems peppy otherwise. Two glasses now. The man and his bird together. Sam is sure a wise ass.]

I don't think it's meant for most people. I mean, you passed through walls and shit. [Said with a cold one at hand. It's for Freddy. The old man isn't trying to rain on his parade. It isn't his thing. And other than that this shit only happens in movies and comics... Freddy's mediums of choice. Cut him some slack.]

I hear they got horses somewhere. [Beside the horse that belongs to the Man With No Name.]

[Hop flap flap. Sam shuffles off to find something interesting to pick on, like some grapes he's hidden in the fruit cup of his cage. Look he's not a genius or anything, no diamonds in a satchel here.]

Thanks. [Freddy takes the cup and downs a good generous gulp. Talk about putting out fires with gasoline, the booze hits the spot.] No I didn't, that's what Nightcrawler does. This was totally different, more like Scarlet Witch or Zatanna magic shit.

[The kid perks up at the sound of the old man's words. He nudges him with an elbow because his hands are full.] So, you wanna go riding?

[A smile stretches on his face. These names of people really whiz by. Freddy knows he can't know all of them right? Even if he's mentioned them once? Though Larry really doesn't want to bring to attention that he doesn't remember if they talked about it before. He sips his new drink.]

Sure. Sometime. Would you come along? Huh?

[Elbow back as he takes another drink. Horses ain't birds.]

Don't think it'd be as exciting as flying.

[Or zapping here...that's what he did? Zap. Teleport.]

Sure why not? They're just horses.

[Not dragons or some shit although that would be badass too. But with regards to flying...] Kinda depends on the horse I bet. Some of'em are real rough rides, like bronco busters or something right?

[No innuendo or anything.]

Horses are pretty smart, kid.

[Surely he doesn't need to remind him of that. There's Trigger, Silver who were major stars back in the day.]

I think they got enough that're just ready for a lazy Sunday ride. No rodeo for us.

[Especially when it can happen in their living room in a snap. No innuendo there.]

Your friend any better?

[Hopefully he didn't mean to drop Freddy hard into this home.]

Edited 2011-06-28 19:24 (UTC)

[As smart as a dog or a toucan? Sure he can believe it for some horses but those guys are like celebrities, practically untouchable by the common folk and Freddy is as common as they come. Lawrence Dimick not so much, in his opinion anyway.]

I guess I got time for that with you.

[Freddy shrugs once around a cigarette.] Naw he's kind of a one minute boy you know? A little longer and harder does me a whole lot better.

[Word has it that Silver is stuffed and mounted in some museum. Rest in peace, old friend.]

Okay then.

[Sip on his drink. A lean. Don't look too excited now, Dimick. The truth is he's ecstatic. It's the grin that might be giving it away.]

....and that's good right?

[New and crazy business is this. Freddy isn't worried about their security in this moment. So no need to get worked up over it.]

Uh huh. I don't have time to teach a young kid how to really work his magic. Experience goes a long fuckin' way.

[Sip. Don't think he doesn't see that grin, Lawrence Dimick. As for security, he trusts Billy not to look into where exactly he dropped Freddy. That he landed on Larry is a pretty good indicator he tapped into only the idea of home and not necessarily its physical location. The kid can probably wish Freddy out of the place anytime he wants though...but he wouldn't actually do it...he hopes.]

[Don't tell him that detail of wishing the kid out. That is distressing. And no one likes Mr. White distressed.]

I bet you could teach him a thing or two.

[No innuendo there. Larry's still smiling thinking about horseback riding with his good, good pal here. Shit he can be such a dope with Freddy around.]

You could be some uh hero coach or something.

[A hero coach...a hero coach he says. That makes two dopes in this kitchen.]

That would be so fucking cool.

[The human with no super powers to his name being an authority on how to responsibly wield power. Shit that's basically what an FTO is, but he'd be an FTO at the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning or for the Teen Titans or something. Way fucking cool. Only in his dreams of course and the kid's just fine being a plain old badge who happens to be in love with a first class crook.]

I mean, if you wanted to. You got other things to do but I think you could give good pointers. You know how it all works.

[Another sip. Hopefully Larry will never be regret his mouth running without any kind of a filter. Though Freddy would be a valuable asset. No more valuable than the other occupant of this apartment and taking up the other side of the bed. That's pretty fucking important.]

So you wanna scope out the farm.

[Larry nudges Freddy's foot.]

It'll be a swing by since I gotta work this evening.

[And price cameras.]

[Nudged, the kid looks up and smiles...behind a facade of nonchalance.]

Sure I can spare the time. [He gulps down the rest of his drink then puts his cigarette out in it like a super cool guy. Except the cup is plastic.] Oh shit!

[So much for that, now they need another cup too.]

[Clunk of his own cup down, Larry grabs Freddy's and puts it under the faucet. Too late now though the water runs through the sizable hole. He laughs.]

Knuckle head.

[Well, he'll finish his.]

I needa change. How about a driveby? We'll grab food. But you'll need to be careful.

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