log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

I guess I know what I like so I give what I take.

[Another shrug. The whistling sound of a firework goes off in the distance. No shutting eyes here just yet though the kid's starting to feel a little beat. Quite literally.]

[whitetwoguns]

Like?

[Tomorrow's gonna be hard to get into. May as well live it up tonight. Like they don't as they do.]

Like how you like fireworks?

[He kisses him, lazy like.]

...all that talking about give and take. Which one do you like better

[Because it's hard for the old man to decide. His fingers come through that brown blonde mess on Freddy's head. On the floor he can see one of their wifebeaters. It could be used to mop up the mess. That is if it doesn't dry and keep them stuck to the seat.]

[orangetoughguy]

Uh huh. How I like settin'em off and watchin'em blow.

[The kid replies under another purse of his lips. It's affectionate and sentimental to curl up this way but instead of a bed it's the backseat of a car that's seen all the action. Actual cleaning up is going to be a bitch but...it's no company car. It can wait right?]

Both. Everybody kinda wins.

[He quirks his brow because duh that's the obvious answer and he dares Larry to tell him otherwise. Although, Freddy'd. be lying if he said there's absolutely no different when it comes to size.]

[whitetwoguns]

[That doesn't mean that this car won't be pampered after. They gotta make this shit last after all. Say, it is kinda comfy. Kind of.]

Boy do you ever.

[Make em blow good and hard. He's a regular professional. Firing off one after the other.]

I'll remember that.

[His shoulders lift then fall with a sigh. Better get some cleaning done. He reaches for a wife beater. Maybe it's Larry's. Hard to tell with the way it's rumpled. He drops it onto Freddy's chest and then drags it down to swipe it over both of em.]