log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Amidst low restrained groans those touches also evoke a few choice words.]

Sounds like you're gettin' at somethin' there, Larry. Wonder what.

[Freddy questions 'curiously' as he grinds against the stiff one. Lo and behold who should provide an answer but a certain toucan? Flap flap flap. Sam lands on the back of the couch to croak in the old man's ear. E-ee-e-e-e-ee-e. If they throw him some fruit he'll go into his cage peacefully.]

...Wanna head upstairs? [There, a compromise between man and bird.]

[whitetwoguns]

You're smart. [Oh fuck man. He pushes Freddy even closer against him to really stick it to him.] I know you probably have it figured out by now.

[Sleep deprived and horny as hell he can't hide the groan of frustration at the big colorful beak in his peripheral vision.]

To your bed?

[Whichever one he goes to he's not going to get up out of it for at least eight hours. He's pretty sure it'll be a toucan free zone.]

[orangetoughguy]

My bed'll do.

[Freddy nods, eager to get a move on as well...but he'll still have to toss the colorful buzzard a piece of sweets to keep Sam happy too. Pat pat to the old man's shoulders, he climbs off his lap clearly hard from the experience and does a quick shuffle to the kitchen. Here bird, have a kiwi.]