orangetoughguy: (they can smell it on me)
Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) ([personal profile] orangetoughguy) wrote2011-12-11 04:43 pm

31st

Action!

[Mr. Orange is running a couple errands around town on his very nice and easy and open off-work Sunday. There's mistletoe out around the City but it's like two weeks before Christmas so that's not unusual at all, right?!]
saidrepent: (00:31)

[personal profile] saidrepent 2011-12-12 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, good god. Raymond's head is rolling back with a guttural groan before he can think to bite his lip, and it takes all he has to stop himself from moving like that as well. He can't let this go on, not like this.]

Maybe we should...take this somewhere private.

[Which isn't what he meant at all. What he thinks he meant, anyway. What he wanted to mean. Fuck, fuck.]
saidrepent: (00:34)

[personal profile] saidrepent 2011-12-12 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Honestly, Raymond isn't sure which is angering him more: the fact that he's been cut off prematurely once again, or — more likely — the fact that, once again, he's let himself succumb wholesale to this goddamn curse.

If any of that anger shows, though, it only shows slightly. He leans back against the wall to catch his breath, straightens out his coat and hopefully conceals his front, and eyes him.]


You do that.
saidrepent: (00:19)

[personal profile] saidrepent 2011-12-12 05:53 am (UTC)(link)
[Several decades' worth of practice helps.

Ray watches him go before doing much the same, smoothing his hair out and stalking off. May God preserve whoever crosses his path next.]