Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
orangetoughguy) wrote2020-08-07 01:26 pm
orangetoughguy) wrote2020-08-07 01:26 pm
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phone post
☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
☎ CALL
☏ VOICEMAIL
✏ TEXT
✉ NETWORK
no, i just wanted to make sure you weren't sleeping on a street corner
i fell asleep on the street i didnt move into a phone booth
for a faker you sure are bad at this backtracking thing
not like any of that will stop me i want disco fries
not like any of that will stop me i want disco fries
see this is in text so i can't tell if you're kidding or not
because you have friends who think you're an idiot for sleeping in a phonebooth when there are perfectly good couches to use?
[There's that sound, his motorcycle's pulling up to the curb. He wonders if Ariadne went back here or if she decided to hole up in her other apartment.]
[ At the sound Eames is already out the door, locking it behind him. Arthur is keeping an eye on Ariadne today, and Eames figures he can just leave those two to their own devices - Ariadne is still hurting, he knows, but there's little anyone can do about that other than spend time with her. But he knows Orange likely isn't on top of his game, either. He's got proper clothes on today as opposed to their previous ride, and he waves before he's climbing onto the bike behind him, fingers notching into the material of Orange's jacket. ]
says the guy who got laid up in a hospital, its not a big deal
[That was quick. Now he's got a notion that Eames here is a man with a plan. A plan to what though? Hmmmmmmmmmm. Before they go off rolling though he has to ask.]
Whe're we goin'?
[Also here, put a helmet on, mango.]
Whe're we goin'?
[Also here, put a helmet on, mango.]
it means i'm allowed to worry, i've got extra to spare
[ Eames takes the helmet gratefully, slipping it over his head and sliding the strap through the loops. ]
Wherever you prefer. You're buying.
Wherever you prefer. You're buying.
...
[Snort. He's got a brow quirking up but Freddy owes it to his friend so that wordless kick up and revving to go is his answer. Sure he'll pay, just don't eat the kitchen out of next week's inventory.]
[Snort. He's got a brow quirking up but Freddy owes it to his friend so that wordless kick up and revving to go is his answer. Sure he'll pay, just don't eat the kitchen out of next week's inventory.]
[ Truth be told he did already eat lunch, so it'll likely be something small anyway. It isn't about the food. Eames hangs on lightly, one hand on Orange's shoulder and the other at his waist. ]
[It's nice having someone who still wants to hold him like this without promise of shooting a load on the table. Nevermind that it's as much about safety than anything. Vroom vroom, look he's learned to adapt his driving style to Eames' weight. It doesn't take long until they're back at the place with those delicious cheesy fries.]
You sure you want another go at these?
[Word on the street is Eames sat on the John for a half hour or the exact time it takes the guy to get through Clifford the Big Red Dog book. So Freddy thinks anyway.]
You sure you want another go at these?
[Word on the street is Eames sat on the John for a half hour or the exact time it takes the guy to get through Clifford the Big Red Dog book. So Freddy thinks anyway.]
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