log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

Believe me, Larry, I wanna eat. Real slow like maybe. [There's a brief pause, then:] I'm sorry.

[His mouth pulls into a slight frown to one side, but it's brief.] Know anyone from work could give me a lookover?

[whitetwoguns]

[That wasn't the question. In fact, it makes the old man feel worse that they're at a goddamn restaurant with food all around and the kid isn't able to enjoy it. Real fucking smooth.]

S'okay.

[A paw grabs and squeezes one shoulder. It doesn't have the same pressure. Sorry kid. He's now going into the land of overly considerate.]

I do.

[She's a short warthog of an old woman with enough hair on her lip to call a mustache. There isn't enough sweetness in her personality to save her. The handful of times Larry's seen her, she's been in a foul mood.]

...that what you want?

[orangetoughguy]

[He is so relieved to have that paw on his shoulder, touching and squeezing just like he needs it. Freddy reaches up to put his own palm over Larry's.]

Yeah, just a real quick look. If I gotta go to the hospital from there I'll go. [Another pause.] Can we try finishin' dinner?

[whitetwoguns]

[Another squeeze. Freddy's suffering enough. They'll talk about it later....maybe.]

Okay, tough guy. [Baby.] Fair warning she's more Nurse Ratched than anything else. [Could he just go to the hospital now? Better care that way? Kid's choice really.]

Well sure. [He steps aside, hand on his shoulder but this time from the side.]

After you.

[orangetoughguy]

Thanks, cowboy. [Baby.] I don't mind.

[The Nurse Ratched deal, better than going to the hospital to possibly deal with any of those fucks. If he could book a time with Cameron...but he won't until he has to. After riding in the backseat of a car bleeding to death then bleeding out further on a ramp, Freddy thinks he has a solid idea of what level crosses into necessity.]

Don't get worked up if I gotta take it slow okay?

[He asks more out of better humor than a real request. He knows the old man can be one overprotective and overly concerned bear. With good reason though.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Just don't go using that kind of talk right now. It's because he's not on the verge of death that it should be treated right now. A fella shouldn't wait until he's clinging to strangers.]

Take your time. We'll go when you're ready to go.

[Mr. Orange calls the shots.]