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[orangetoughguy]

"Motherfucker, I'm trying to watch The Lost Boys."

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[signatures]

[ Eames takes the helmet gratefully, slipping it over his head and sliding the strap through the loops. ]

Wherever you prefer. You're buying.

[orangetoughguy]

...

[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.]

[signatures]

[ 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. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[signatures]

[ Eames has spent enough time on his youth on the back of bikes to know how to shift when Orange's taking a turn, to look over his shoulder through it, not wiggle too much, so on and so forth. He pops his helmet off, peering at the diner before shrugging mildly. ]

Maybe something lighter than the fries.

[orangetoughguy]

Sure.

[He bets on Eames ordering the fries after his 'lighter appetizer' hehe. Helmet off and keys pocketed, Freddy goes on in and goes straight for a corner table. It's secluded and he can survey from this vantage point the most.]

I'm not living in a dumpster you know.

[signatures]

I know.

[ Eames plops down into his side of the booth, pulling the menu from the holder on the far side of the table. ]

But you are living alone.

[orangetoughguy]

I got people across the hall.

[Freddy shrugs. Cheesy fries and pitch black coffee for him.]

[signatures]

[ But you're unhappy, Eames considers pointing out, but only shrugs and orders himself a sub. ]

I know. Still celebrating?

[orangetoughguy]

[It's the truth, that.]

Sure, this is a long overdue chaser. [Freddy bluffs, freckled finger tapping their table to indicate 'this' being more disco fries.]

[signatures]

[ The look Eames shoots him is derisively skeptical. ]

I don't get it. You weren't this super cool about it when you first left him, either. What's the difference?

[orangetoughguy]

I'm moving on that's what.

[Is it a lie when he's desperately trying to convince himself it's the truth?]

[signatures]

Then I assume you're completely moved out by now, yeah?

[orangetoughguy]

[His eyes narrow at Eames followed by a puff of breath from his pursing mouth.]

Moving out's not a snap-quick process okay.

[signatures]

Yes it is.

[ Eames is not impressed. But his order is here and he takes his time with a few of his fries, first. ] It's packing up some boxes and taking them to your new place.