orangetoughguy | phone post

[No matter how many times they go over being open about this and concluding that they want to be open, it never gets any less awkward for Freddy Newendyke. He's felt this way since he was a young teenager, couldn't accept it until he was much older, and on top of that Mr. White makes him feel The Feelings. Hard to find the words...so instead, he lifts up the hem of his shirt to show Ariadne the bullet scar on his belly.]

He stuck by me when I was fuckin' dyin'. [It was just a sex thing once upon a time but...] We're close.

[Even though thinking too far ahead in the future is a foolish naive thing to do in his opinion, Orange likes to believe even if they weren't sharing a bed anymore they'd still be friends.]

[ Ariadne doesn't reach out to touch, for once, either because of the placement or because this is Orange. She looks, though, just barely shivering. If it hadn't been a dream, if she had survived, she would have a scar of her own (blade, not bullet, but still). They're more alike than they like to admit.

She nods, sitting back up, apparently pleased. ] Good. You deserve that.

[ It's said matter-of-factly, like there's no room for argument. It's the same voice she pulls on Stephen sometimes. ]

He's scary when he's mad, so I'd hate to have to go defend your honor or something. [ That comes with a slight grin, but she'd do it, if she felt like she had to. Either way, she'll be watching. ]

Thanks... [What else do you say to that? He pulls his shirt back down then nods.] I know.

[From firsthand experience but Freddy's quick to move on from there too.] I can take care of myself, thanks, but I'll keep you in mind for back up.

I thought he was going to kill my partner and I during that robbery curse.

[ You can take care of yourself, huh Orange? Well, she'll just poke you in the stomach now that your shirt's back down. Sure you can. ] Steel-toed boots go a long way.

[ARGH. He squidges away from her. Yes, squidges. No squeaking though, that would be not very manly.]

Don't take it personally, he works security, it's his job to take down nuts.

[ Heeheehee. Poking him again, this time in the side. ]

I know. Luckily Arthur decided to be gracious and just grab onto me instead of letting me get shot.