log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

......... [Green eyes narrow as he pushes those shades back up to cover his freckled face.] White as a fuckin' sheet huh?

[He replies, dropping his own accent because he really doesn't have it in him to keep up the act. One thing about Mr. Orange was that deep down the guy was just an extension of himself. Freddy has no extension of Tarpey Village in him. He tucks his hands in his pockets.]

Sure, if you're payin'. [He tilts a smug look that-a-way at Bill Hex.]

[whitetwoguns]

Maybe snow.

[Shrug. Well, since he's already in the accent, why roll out of it so soon. Besides, it's because he's a cowboy fan. There shouldn't be any surprise.]

Sure, fella. Ya gotta answer one thing for me. What didja learn t'day?

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh it doesn't surprise him at all. It's the effectiveness that comes as a surprise, but really Freddy should've seen it coming. As for this question, again green eyes have to narrow behind those Clubmasters. Part of him thinks it's a legit inquiry, another part that it's a trick, and another part that feels it's a legit inquiry that happens to have tricky perks.]

I learned... [He keeps his volume low enough just for the two of them.] That if I jumped your dick in the middle of a bank, we'd get only two angles for the money shot.

[whitetwoguns]

Only two. Right y'are.

[A chuckle starts. Stops. Then bubbles up again as he shakes his head.]

That kinda thirsty huh? I can't go an' wet your whistle here. I reckon we can find some place that'll work.

[Though in the bank? That's a thought worth revisiting again and again. Bill Hex keeps a move on.]

Tell me what else y'learn t'day?

[orangetoughguy]

[The laughing doesn't faze him one bit nor does it make Freddy break 'character' so to speak.]

What happened to really good eatin'? Thought you'd treat me to some real swank. Am I too dirty to deserve it?

[He's still playing a part, he asks with a faked tone of seriousness...unless Larry really would consider Freddy too uncouth and downright crass for a nice establishment. That'd be both an insult and a compliment, go figure.]

I learned you didn't just get lucky. [For once that is not a euphemism. Lawrence Dimick is a fucking professional.] Not that I needed today to figure that out. I always knew.

[whitetwoguns]

Naw. Ah didn't say that now. Man's gotta keep his word. Figured you'd wanna drink s'all.

[Larry hooks his thumbs into his own belt loops.]

Y'should be careful talkin' laik that. Sure could rile a man.

[They're fucking around too much for Larry to tell whether or not it all worked out as he planned it. Later then he'll see.]

Let's goin' an' getcha cleaned up then.

[orangetoughguy]

Lucky for me you're no man. [ZING. No actually he has a follow up to this because he loves Larry too much to leave it at that.] You're a tough guy.

[Getting cleaned up? Sure why not. His shrug is nonchalant but the look behind green eyes? Very interesting indeed.] Okay, you're pretty good at that too.

[whitetwoguns]

[That there is a very quick save. Good show, Newendyke. You had him going there.]

Then Ah'll be teachin' ya to shave all on yer own.

[Since they're heading back. Since Freddy may need it for that polished look. Why is that suddenly relevant? Uh. Larry's not sure. But he does need to know how. Right? Right.

Larry gives Freddy's shoulder a push in the right direction.]