log post II

[orangetoughguy]

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

[How come he tastes so good? Makes a grown man cry. The old man pulls back to look at the kid skeptically.]

How come? It was only one win. That's all. Fluke. Baseball is full of em.

[That's not a no Freddy.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Strrrreeeetch. He bridges his fingers behind his head and lays staring up at the ceiling now, looking a little smug. Somehow they're not even on the right end of his bed either, the pillows are where their feet are oops.]

Do I gotta beat you at Dodger Stadium too?

[whitetwoguns]

I'll wear a Dodger hat when they go up against the Brewers and win. Then you gotta wear mine.

[Unless the old man plops it on the kid's head again. Larry is sure to clear away the lube and find a spot that's not too dirty to also lay.]

And we'll both place a bet because they'll be money coming in from either end.

[And he'll grab a pillow too.]

[orangetoughguy]

Okay I'll take that bet.

[He sits up enough to hold his hand out to shake on it while Larry does whatever it is he's doing. Always the one to get the bed ready for actual sleeping, this man. This kid could sleep anywhere, on a bed, on the floor, on a couch, in a backseat, at a desk, under a car (true story), but his favorite place is admittedly right next to a bear these days.

Can things really return to normal like that once they get back to LA?]

[whitetwoguns]

[Oops. He was all wrapped up in the pillows. Now he'll shake that hand, a good solid one. He'll maintain that hold to pull the kid down to rest against the pillow too.]

Thanks, kid.

[For the year. For this moment. Larry has to believe that there's going to be more to this. It's the fuel that keeps this engine rolling.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oof. Okay he has to admit (again) that pillow is pretty comfortable. Freddy shifts here and there to get more snug against Larry, sheets pulled up to his waist. Fucking surreal, living here, being with him...like a good comic book or a Rush album that keeps him company when he's got no one else.]

Don't sweat it, old man.