log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

Okay okay, I'm listening, Larry...

[He swallows and rolls tightly towards the back of Larry's seat. Freddy tries to keep his groans down so as not to drown out the whistling. He's making an effort to listen, to memorize that melody, as if it's really gonna save him. If anything it's almost comforting...comforting enough that the kid tries to whistle it back, but his mouth is too parched and his body too weak.

So weak he starts losing consciousness.]

[whitetwoguns]

Melody first and--[he swallows watching words like if or any other indicator that the end to this day is uncertain] we'll work on the words later.

[Like they're important at all. The old man hauls at the reins to pull the horse to a stop so he can turn completely to try and get him more comfortable. Even though he's seen blood before it still is a shock. So much of it and all coming out of that body. And a shame. Larry was hoping they'd get closer but not like this. No how.]

Think I got a drop or two in my canteen.

[orangetoughguy]

[What? What? He wakes up a little too suddenly like for Freddy the moment of shutting his eyes didn't last as long as it did.]

No keep it--keep it for yourself, man. No canteen's gonna [Swallow.] save me.

[whitetwoguns]

Come on. Just a bit. [He's already pulling it out and stepping over his own seat to be near where the kid lays.]

Wet your lips. [If there was more water he'd be cleaning the man's forehead with his handkerchief. For now he'll dab the sweat there.]

[orangetoughguy]

[A little frustration creeps in for Larry's insistence. Why is he being so kind? Doesn't he know what Freddy is? Regardless, he does lick his lips, but it's more than just for wetting them. It's his anxiety.]

Keep it for yourself, Larry.