phone post

[orangetoughguy]

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

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[orangetoughguy]

ok but no kissing on the first date

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[signatures]

I am but a humble gentleman

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[orangetoughguy]

your text says yes but your mouth says no

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[signatures]

Its not my fault my mouth happens to be extremely misleading.

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[orangetoughguy]

like you dont keep it that way

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[signatures]

i dont control someone's perceptions.

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[orangetoughguy]

sure makes it easy for you dont it

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[signatures]

is this our first fight

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[orangetoughguy]

first fights lead to explosive make up sex

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[signatures]

Is it explosive Mexican in our case ?

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[orangetoughguy]

can your english stomach handle it?

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[signatures]

probably not. We can walk around and scope, however.

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[orangetoughguy]

so you are asking me on a date

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[signatures]

well originally i was asking you for a jog...

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[orangetoughguy]

lets go

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[signatures]

which one ?

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[orangetoughguy]

jog? i got short legs but i can keep up

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[signatures]

It'll be a sight to be seen

[ Not that Eames has any real intention of jogging, but he'll keep up with all that for now. Have an address to meet him at, and that's where he'll be, likely the most casual Orange will ever see him - apart from the one time he was naked and the other time he was in his pajamas, and the other time in the swim shorts, but this is a new breed of newness with the athletic trainers and all. ]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Too bad Freddy showed up in his jeans and a t-shirt, flannel, no trainers unless chuck taylors count. Oops.]

Oh you were serious.

[He stops and stares at Eames. To jog like a fool in his 90s get up or to walk around like a chav in his athletic gear...]

ACTION GOD

[signatures]

Well, this seems silly.

[ He should've just not gone through with it at all, knowing Freddy. He's never actually seen him run like a cawp in all his time here - except for their experiences in the desert. The fight as dogs doesn't count. ]

Aren't friends supposed to support each other in all of their endeavours?

[orangetoughguy]

I didn't know you run, like, you actually go out and do rounds around the block.

[Too fat, too old, too lazy, too English, any one of those works. For the record Orange here can run like hell when he has to. He just didn't figure this was going to be one of those moments.]

Hey it's summer, you don't look too weird.

[Unless Eames is wearing sweatbands. Is Eames wearing sweatbands??]

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[ Do half-walks with Pancake label themselves under running? No, definitely not. ]

New year and all that, right?

[ Belated resolutions or something of the like. ]

[orangetoughguy]

[No not really. He'll buy Eames' last ditch resort anyway though Freddy still has no intention of jogging in his jeans.]

Right.

[And just to emphasize is noncommitment to running, Orange lights up a cigarette.]

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[ To go back home and change? Eames can't decide whether or not it's worth it. He waves them on into a walk, at least, headed to the business area of the City - there are at least a few restaurants that way, if a bit pricier. ]

What's new, then?

[orangetoughguy]

[Good forger, no need to do a wardrobe change. It's just clothes after all, nevermind how it doesn't seem as if Eames has broken a sweat therefore other athletes might interpret his garb as merely a fashion statement. Fucking poser.]

Not much. I'm still workin' with a wrench. You? [Freddy walks along, smokes along.]