log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[The kid nods again, still a little shaky but otherwise firm on going with Lawrence Dimick to wherever this trip is gonna take them.]

We're gonna be okay.

[See? He said the goddamn fucking words.]

[whitetwoguns]

[That's the most important element of the trip, they're in this together 100%.]

Preach it.

[No more tears hopefully. Those he won't be able to handle. Behind the wheel he'll really have to steel himself and not turn tail. They've done that before. And before Freddy wasn't ready for it. Hell, the old man doesn't feel ready but it feels right to go with it.]

Should we get the bird somethin'?

[To eat, or maybe some kinda cage to go?]

[orangetoughguy]

No, he's gonna be fine.

[Freddy says with a pat to Sam's head. See because if they don't make it somewhere safe, somewhere he can keep the bird, Sam's heading off to a luxurious pad in the LA Zoo. It's a sad plan but he isn't gonna lock the bird up in the shrine or just let him fly off on his own. This isn't Brazil...of course they could always head down to Brazil too.]

Okay, I'm cool. I'm cool... [Say it like a mantra, Newendyke.] Let's finish up.

[whitetwoguns]

[Fine wouldn't be the word Larry'd use to describe how he looks. All the same he'll nod and accept it. The going gets tough. So the tough need to be going.

And the bird too. He's tough in his way.]

Super cool.

[Paws roughly pat Freddy's arm. A few more generous gulps of coffee and a donut more is all he can take for breakfast.]