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[orangetoughguy]

accidental audio | open to action at the hospital

[Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

This is a patient trying to get a nurse. He mutters.]

What the hell does it take...

[Said patient is now turning the device around and around in his hands. Funny looking phone, this.]

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[whitetwoguns]

That jello is purple. He can have it if he really wants it. Larry scoots it across the tray.

"There's a time to bend 'em and a time to break 'em." Just like the Byrd's song. A time to kill, passed. A time to heal, processing. A time to get the fuck out and lay low until the coast is clear. He never was good with lyrics.

This kid here, a regular comedian. Larry laughs. "No one would question the nature of a drive-by from there."

[orangetoughguy]

Seeing the purple morsel offered he does reach over. It's hard fighting the natural inclination to invade the old man's personal space so why bother fighting? Too bad Freddy actually has to get out of bed to get the treat. Too far, damn. Larry's a fucking tease. He sighs, leaning back into bed.

"I wouldn't," he shakes his head. Imagine that, finding more common ground in the midst of their opposing professions. Not that Larry has any idea about it, does he? "No one ever said what the damn process was," Freddy adds, giving Larry a knowing look, the difference between a lie and petty details. He purses his lips, craving a cigarette with which to make some smoke rings.

[whitetwoguns]

That's about as far as the jello is going to go. Unless he throws it. That'll be hard to explain if it hits the wall. Larry picks it up and does a mock throw. Are you a good catch, Freddy?

Right now? He doesn't have any idea. Any kind of too honest behavior is the natural inclination to be honest and lawful. At least anybody with a good mother. "That kind of detail is for the client only. Right?"

[orangetoughguy]

Well shit. He can't back down now. Freddy raises his hands like a wide receiver, daring the other man to actually throw it. Put his...food...where his mouth is...or something like that.

"Got it."

Throw the damn thing already.

[whitetwoguns]

Larry's a decent pitcher. He keeps his throw reserved. Don't want it all over the place. His jello is Freddy's jello. Especially if it's purple.

[orangetoughguy]

He's going for it. He's going for it. Oh it's a fumble. Wait the kid's got a grip on it! He's got it! At the cost of nearly tangling his IV line but the needle hasn't popped out and neither has his jello. Sweet. He swipes his finger around the rim and gives the tip a lick. Grape. No shit, it's purple. Then Freddy can't help but laugh and almost he might just laugh so hard that he cries. Fortunately it doesn't come to that, at least on the outside. Petty details.