log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[Pardon any noise he makes when they part. He can't help it. The kid filled him up and then some. Now laying here and staring at the TV is the best thing ever. Oh. Yeah they are fucking slobs.]

Not bad? S'cuse me.

[That's a joke by the way. Larry sighs happily and again reaches to touch Freddy's head.]

We should get up.

[And clean. Except he's not raring to move that much yet. Oops.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Slobs who at the very least do make an effort to heat up the spaghettios before eating them. Freddy also has the courtesy to shift a little so they have more room to sprawl on the couch near side by side. The kid stays on top for the most part.]

Sure. Later.

[Orange says as lazy as a rind slowly being pulled from the fruit.

[whitetwoguns]

[He's slippery enough to move and try to sandwich this Orange between the couch and White himself. Since he's gonna sprawl like that. As soon as he sees an ear and a portion of his nose he's on Freddy's mouth like a bear looking for honey. Later's perfect. So's right now. This is another token of appreciation.]

Smart ass son of a bitch.

[Calling the shots like a tough guy. The rind of an orange is white. On the inside of White is Orange right now. How about that.]

[orangetoughguy]

Look who's talkin'.

[Oh but he'll take that kiss gladly, and another, mouth open to take White into some of that Orange too. Talk about a riddle, or just you know, the simple truth.]