orangetoughguy | log post II

[So far not so good. The lie's been stretched to include a third party and on top of that still no sign of a toucan. Not even feather. Not even a sighting. It's like Sam's disappeared without a trace and what's worse than finding a dead toucan is not ever knowing what did happen to him. Freddy lumbers into the apartment, clearly looking defeated. Even the tambourine's lost some of its jingle.]

[Damn. Nothing. Larry was at least hoping that someone would have seen Sam.]

It's only been part of one day. We'll put up a note on the network. Some thing simple. Missing bird.

[Once through the door, he's formulating a plan to at least keep the kid's spirits up. Fuck. The Corona that he had for Freddy is on the counter top pretty warm. Not a bad idea though now.]

Yeah, we can do that.

[The tambourine goes onto the counter right next to the room temperature beer which he picks and just looks at, sullen. This fuck up is nothing compared to his previous exploits, but this fuck up involved a stupid animal in his care. Freddy considered himself solely responsible for the toucan with Larry as back up.]

I'm gonna check the deck upstairs then I think I'm just gonna go to bed, Larry.

[If he was literally a fox hound those ears would be as droopy as his hair and his tail would be tucked.]

[Good thing he sliced a few limes. Larry swaps the warm Corona for another in the fridge.]

Baby, don't get down. Sam's a smart bird. I wouldn't give up on him so soon.

[In fact he'll carry this beer after Freddy. He can have it bed. Maybe even with chips. Supportive is his middle name.]

[Although he's being Mannerless Newendyke, Freddy does appreciate the fresh beer, the extra attention. Does he have to say 'thank you' for Larry to get that? After all, he's not stopping the old man from following him up.]

I'm not givin' up. [Make note of that. Regardless of his guilt he ain't giving up on the bird just yet.] There's nothing else we can do tonight.

[In other words, Freddy Newendyke now has no idea what to do with himself until morning comes. Maybe throw back a couple cold ones until he passes out? Except he's got to be alert to find the toucan. Shit he can't even get drunk without fucking things up further. And of course, up there on the deck, the fruit's left untouched. He's slaps one off into the street, just one, not all. That would be stupid.]

Stupid bird. [Stupid me.]

[Up the stairs he goes. Looking this-a-way then looking-that-away. Of course it can't be that simple.]

Did the fruit in the window move?

[Larry's trying to provide small bits of positivity. Nothing to raise all of his hopes too high. But...something. It hurts to see him be any kind of a low. Because he's a few steps behind he's then able to see for himself what became of the fruit.

Sam, can't you just come on back?]

I'm sorry.

[It happened at all. That the old man forgot to secure the door. Larry sets the Corona near those remaining pieces. He doesn't reach for a smoke but he does want one.]

No.

[See for yourself, he gestures to the rest of the untouched pieces. Freddy will be leaving those there overnight. Seeing the Corona right next to them he sighs inwardly and reaches out to take it up. Fuck Larry's so goddamn good to him. He's about to take a sip when he processes those words.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Larry. I'm so sorry.

This is still nothing compared to that day gone all fucking wrong (and yet so fucking right) but Orange can't help feeling Freddy's done started a nasty little habit between them. He can't look the man in those deep brown eyes yet.]

Larry. Come inside. [He gestures for the other man to follow him back into his room.] Sit down. [On his bed, he means, and no Freddy isn't thinking about asking him if he wants him to suck him off, fff. That bed however is on top of a frame that's on top of some other stuff tucked away beneath it including an open gym bag containing one balled up drowsy ill toucan.]

[Of course the little birds can't possibly peck at it. The old man shakes his head. All he can see is the profile of the kid's face from that character filled nose to the thin line of his mouth and good square chin.]

Sure.

[The ol' bear follows like he has for the larger portion of the evening on this wild toucan chase. No questions. The bed creaks a little. What's on the kid's mind? Is he gonna want to sleep alone tonight?]

[Freddy has to set the Corona down and rub his hands together. Whether or not he sleeps alone largely depends on how Larry takes the truth he's about to spill. Yet just when he opens his mouth a very distinct awk follows the creak of Larry's weight. It's mostly muscle of course.]

Did you hear that?

[Get off the bed old man.]

[Oh he heard that. For the second time his heart stops in his chest. For two seconds he honestly believes that he murdered Sam.]

Holy fucking shit.

[The bear is up and surprisingly agile in his escape.]

You don't think-?

[It's down there. That he killed it and dug himself a deeper hole.]

[Must be all the fucking they do in it, weakened the frame or something. But anyway, as soon as Larry's off the bed Freddy's down on all fours to search under the bed. Marvel Monopoly, no, an R/C Spider Man truck, no, a bag? He pulls it out, jolting Sam from his beauty sleep. The toucan is slow and ungraceful as it uncurls but that beak is unmistakable. Currently the color is black with a yellow crest on top and in waking the colors sort of shift towards orange, but not very vividly. A symptom?]

Sam. Sam buddy, you've been here the whole time? You stupid little motherfucker.

[His anger is brief and barely real, it's just the words that come out. Freddy reaches in to help get the bird out of the bag only to discover a slight mess inside. Three diamonds. Ah, yeah, about that. Meanwhile the toucan walks a few steps instead of his usual energetic hopping. He can barely keep his bill from dragging on the ground. He don't look too good. It breaks the kid up.]

Fuck, fuck this is my fault, Larry. I fuckin' killed him.

[Chill the fuck out Newendyke, the bird ain't dead.]

[Sure ain't old world craftsmanship that's for sure. To be honest the couch is showing some wear and tear. Never mind it all that's the goddamn bird in the flesh and feathers! Except he doesn't look so bright eyed.]

See. Knew we'd find him.

[Yay? Except the kid has noticed that Sam seems a little off. Larry's eye catches the glitter of that ice rolling in the bag as well.]

Freddy, he's okay. Just a little hungry probably. We'll get him some water and food. I'm sure he'll perk up. Looks pretty good for dead.

[Paw on the kid. Must be nerves. The whole day he was convinced that the bird was long gone or something crazy.]

[Walk walk, walk. Hop. The first hop doesn't get the bird high enough but the second does, enough for Sam to waddle a bit then curl between the two pillows on the bed. Big bill over its back, tail feathers up. Time to nap again.]

Sam, little dude, are you gonna be okay?

[Freddy strokes the top of the bird's head lightly. The fact that he managed to get up there is a good sign, right? Man he don't even give a shit that there's a little mess in that bag or that Sam's feet tracked a little bit onto his fucking bed. Shit, that paw. He puts his own hand on Larry's to bring it down but not separated. Fingers clasp.]

No man, fuck Larry, I'm so fuckin' sorry. Sam doesn't make ice, he got into the diamonds last week.

I bet he got lost and worked himself up too much. Hell, maybe he didn't know how to get out of the bag.

[That's one tuckered out bird. His eyes are on Sam when he feels Freddy grab his hand. Okay. Pulled along down tho his level.]

You mean...he ate em?

[That poor bird. ...Wait a second.]

Why didn't you tell me?

[Larry sucks a breath in and swallows. This could have been over with in moments. The bird is pesky enough. Of course he'd go and do something like that if given the choice. That fucking bird...and this fucking kid to match it.]

[If toucans could talk this one would tell Lawrence Dimick he's on the right track, but because this one is tuckered out this one's just gonna snooze while those two work things out.]

I didn't know he ate'em until he started droppin' them all over the place. [Exaggeration, this, but the point still stands.] I found him in the closet poking around I didn't know he ate them and then you got all fuckin' excited when he shat one out. I don't know Larry I didn't think it was a big deal cause you really liked him then I didn't know he ate that many.

[Word Vomit Newendyke, at your service.]

[At least the door is shut in case if the bird sleep walks or some shit.]

So. Lemme get this straight. The bird ate the diamonds and you didn't know. He started to drop them in his stool and you didn't say nothin' because I thought some miracle was happening. That right?

[Because it's so simple, so stupid. For a brief moment he feels like well if that's a lie what else is...except that's not how Freddy operates. After all, look how this one is gushing out.]

[Is his breathing getting a little reedy? Well it definitely ain't the bird snoring.]

......Uh huh.

[Well then, Detective Dimick, great work. Freddy just kind of nods, still quite sure Larry has every right to be mad at him for (again) lying. Such a ridiculous lie too and it put his bird in danger. Hell who knows if Sam is really okay? He already plans to take the bird to the vet in the morning or something. Right now though, this moment is reserved for Larry. What vet is open at this hour anyway?]

That's right.

[The paw Freddy Newendyke's got a hold of squeezes back in something of a pulsed beat as he attempts to start. Yeah. It was a lie. Except what's he gonna do, be pissed off? Already there was a price paid. And from the looks of the kid, he's sweating bullets. It hasn't been a bed of roses or a pleasure cruise. That would have been the real point to fume about.]

Fuck, Freddy you don't need to tell me shit that's not true to make me happy. I didn't have no problem with the bird. I told you. No problem. I mean, he makes you happy. That sure as shit counts. I wasn't bothered.

[...and it makes him feel stupid to say because wow. That sure smells of enduring for the kid.]

Your bird might be pretty sick.

[Maybe even die of this. It's apparent who won that popularity contest.]

We should find him some place. There's bound to be something open. What do the animal people do, you know?

[He is sweating bullets, literally, though not out of fear that Larry might get mad--he expects it--just fear that he's put his bird in jeopardy, fear that he can't stop being a damn ruiner. Freddy returns the squeeze in kind. A fucking anchor, this old man.]

I thought it was nice you wanted him around, Larry.

[The amount of treats from one bear paw to one toucan bill practically tripled didn't it? Then again, Newendyke, did Larry really want the bird around or just the fantasy mine you planted in his head? Shit man now's not the time to think in layers like that, this is fucking complicated as is.] I don't--I don't know. There's the hospital. That's all I got.

[Doubtful Lucky's got connections unless Mamba keeps exotics, and not the leggy busty variety either.]

That matter so much to you?

[Because he absolutely believed that bird made diamonds in its bowels. And he told Pink that. It's not the biggest lie he's ever swallowed from Freddy. It doesn't stand even close.]

You coulda said that it'd mean a lot to you if I'd try and make nice or something...

[Woulda coulda shoulda. Now they got the bird right here.]

Want me to check the network? You can sit here with him.

[Hopefully he's not fuckin' dyin'.]

Yeah, it did. It mattered somethin'. [Freddy shakes his head. Obviously he doesn't have to ask the old man not to tell Pink, right? Bad enough he suspects too many things to be true. Don't let him have the satisfaction...unless he happens to know a really good toucan vet. Then the weasel could have anything.] I tried, Larry.

[Another swallow as he looks over Sam, giving the bird another pet to the head. Is it a good or bad sign the toucan's not even trying to nip him to keep away? Don't birds do that when they're not feeling good? Fuck.]

Yeah, okay. [Wait, he squeezes that paw.] Don't tell anyone what he ate. [No shit, Newendyke, like Lawrence Dimick would really be so stupid. Though at least this time it's not about feeling like a dumbass, he'd rather not give anyone an incentive to gut the bird in search of more rocks.]

Finish your beer. Stay with your bird.

[The rest he cannot bring himself to say. It was a lie, a stupid one because he wanted the old bear to be happy with the bird...and be happy with the old bear and the bird. It doesn't warrant a shouting match. Larry's gonna sit this one out and be helpful to Sam.

As for telling. Shit. Really? Does he even need to ask?]

Okay, buddy boy. All I'll say as we got a sick bird. That's it.

[And that's the truth. One more hand squeeze and he's pulling away.]

Okay, Larry. [Freddy nods.] Okay.

[Even though the kid said he'd go to bed that was before they found the dumb beast. Now with Sam's whereabouts known Freddy has other concerns weighing on his mind. Having found someone to take Sam in overnight and keep an eye on the bird, there's nothing else for them to do but wait. They'll get a call, eventually. Who knows what kind of news it's gonna be. He's sitting on the couch sort of slumped over, just staring at the bird's empty cage. The tambourine's gone, left with the toucan to keep its spirits up while they're separated. Freddy feels like a pile of shit and not the kind that yields diamonds.]

[Back home once again. Larry slips off his jacket and drapes it over the back of the couch. Damn. Late already. Almost midnight even.]

I'll be up awhile. You can turn in if you want.

[He looks as though he'll be heading up stairs. Step by step no rush until he pauses near the top and just...stare.]

What're you gonna do?

[Freddy asks without turning towards Larry but after a silent moment he turns in his seat to look at the old man, all the way up to the top of the stairs. He owes it to Larry to look at him, speak to him, listen to him. That man put up with so much already. Green eyes are looking a little cooler, not as caramel. Even at this distance though he can make out the striations in warm brown eyes.]

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