log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

I gotta wear my coat if I want these.

[Coat on and a few buttons looks like nothing at all.]

We'll have to make a special trip for that one.

[Which means they're keeping the whole lot.]

You do want it, right? Don't wanna sell it? I think we could get a pretty penny for it.

[orangetoughguy]

Yeah I want it. [The kid admits.] To keep. I think the grenades gotta go, I mean havin' them sit here makes the whole place a landmine. What happens if there's an earthquake or the floor upstairs caves in?

[A thoughtful pause.] We can keep a pair.

[whitetwoguns]

I got pockets.

[For grenades that is. No worries at all because they're not the pull pin sort. Army issued so they're meant for travel he figures.]

Well. I say we save the selling for another day.

[He takes a draw of his cigarette. He may not be talking about it but...the ol' bear feels worn out.]

Ready to head out?

[Clunk. The lid is back on the crate.]

[orangetoughguy]

[He's got two grenades in hand.] Way ahead of you.

[Pocketing. Talk about awkward but no doubt this is how crooks do it. Cops get a kit belt, something Freddy doesn't have in this world.] Let's go.

[whitetwoguns]

Say g'night.

[To all of those pretty weapons. Larry's got the door, holding it open like a gentleman. If such gentleman have six guns on them.]

That a grenade in your pocket or--?

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy walks on through first because he happens to enjoy it when Larry wants to be a gent, even when this gent cracks a corny joke.]

If you wanted me to blow you away you could just ask.

[whitetwoguns]

I think you just did.

[Ear to ear grin before he sucks down the very last of his cigarette. He turns out the light and shuts the door.]