"Mr. White" AKA Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
whitetwoguns) wrote2025-01-01 11:22 pm
whitetwoguns) wrote2025-01-01 11:22 pm
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But I ain't no madman.
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[Home and normal and that's how it should be. Larry is getting another beer out of fridge.]
Another?
[To wash down their dinner. He is already anticipating having to grab the smokes off of the kitchen counter. Anything to make it more easy on Freddy. Life's just been too fucking eventful for the both of em. By now they can smoke. Or at least he figures. The doctor recommended quitting. That's their job. Who is Lawrence Dimick to tell them how to do it.
...He's gonna do what he wants. And what he wants right now is to not fret about a goddamn thing and smoke with his man.]
Another?
[To wash down their dinner. He is already anticipating having to grab the smokes off of the kitchen counter. Anything to make it more easy on Freddy. Life's just been too fucking eventful for the both of em. By now they can smoke. Or at least he figures. The doctor recommended quitting. That's their job. Who is Lawrence Dimick to tell them how to do it.
...He's gonna do what he wants. And what he wants right now is to not fret about a goddamn thing and smoke with his man.]
Yeah. Get me a beer. And a cigarette.
[He waves from his spot on the couch, no pillow to soften his seat which isn't really hurting that much anyway, it's just a feeling of discomfort. He's reminded of that one incident after new year's; it was just too big and too soon. Snort. The injury on his side is still tender but almost completely faded. That Dr. McCoy really knows his stuff. Sure won't stop Freddy from using it as another excuse to grouch around make Larry do everything for him.]
[He waves from his spot on the couch, no pillow to soften his seat which isn't really hurting that much anyway, it's just a feeling of discomfort. He's reminded of that one incident after new year's; it was just too big and too soon. Snort. The injury on his side is still tender but almost completely faded. That Dr. McCoy really knows his stuff. Sure won't stop Freddy from using it as another excuse to grouch around make Larry do everything for him.]
[Two beers, one in each hand and he's got a carton under his arm. To the couch he goes.]
You're gonna have to scoot.
[If they're gonna share the couch like usual. With someone stretched over someone else. He sets the beer down first. Then the cigarettes. Without being prompted, he's uncapping the Corona.]
After awhile if you're still feeling sore, I can get you something to take.
[After the effects of the booze wear off some. No need to guess why he's feeling like it's New Years. Freddy was a virgin all over again. Larry got another chance to wreck it.
And he loved it.]
Bottoms up.
[Said with a smile as he hands over the cool bottle.]
You're gonna have to scoot.
[If they're gonna share the couch like usual. With someone stretched over someone else. He sets the beer down first. Then the cigarettes. Without being prompted, he's uncapping the Corona.]
After awhile if you're still feeling sore, I can get you something to take.
[After the effects of the booze wear off some. No need to guess why he's feeling like it's New Years. Freddy was a virgin all over again. Larry got another chance to wreck it.
And he loved it.]
Bottoms up.
[Said with a smile as he hands over the cool bottle.]
Hah hah hah.
[Freddy says without a hint of masking his sarcasm. But look he'll do you one good and scoot enough to make room, Lawrence Dimick. Yes, he thinks 'bottoms up' is a pun. But Freddy will sip his beer kindly first then light up a cigarette before he talks again.]
How come you always end up fucking me when I'm a teenager.
[Not completely true, he did fuck a younger sweeter bear cub once...but it's different because even back then Larry was already bigger than him.]
[Freddy says without a hint of masking his sarcasm. But look he'll do you one good and scoot enough to make room, Lawrence Dimick. Yes, he thinks 'bottoms up' is a pun. But Freddy will sip his beer kindly first then light up a cigarette before he talks again.]
How come you always end up fucking me when I'm a teenager.
[Not completely true, he did fuck a younger sweeter bear cub once...but it's different because even back then Larry was already bigger than him.]
[Plop goes the bear to sit as he takes a first sip. Jesus Freddy. Are you gonna try and make him snort it?]
How come when you're a teenager you wanna hop on my dick so much?
[They both know that's not all quite the story. Larry takes another sip.]
Guess you could say this confirms you're hard to say no to. I mean, c'mon. Looking all at a man with eyes like yours being all friendly.
How come when you're a teenager you wanna hop on my dick so much?
[They both know that's not all quite the story. Larry takes another sip.]
Guess you could say this confirms you're hard to say no to. I mean, c'mon. Looking all at a man with eyes like yours being all friendly.
[The old man made the coffee. Only fair since he was up first. Larry also takes this time to choose which sort of tunes they're going to listen to at this hour. He's feeling some BeeGees. Yeah.
I started a joke...
Two mugs out. And cream and sugar for...]
I started a joke...
Two mugs out. And cream and sugar for...]
Man I don't wanna go to work.
[Freddy complains as he comes on down the stairs looking bleary eyed. Sniff sniff.]
Is that coffee? [Hand out, gimme some.]
[Freddy complains as he comes on down the stairs looking bleary eyed. Sniff sniff.]
Is that coffee? [Hand out, gimme some.]
Can't make money staying in bed.
[After a thought.]
Not my bed.
[And he was just stirring a mug for Freddy. It's the one that has disappearing, reappearing graphics depending on the contents of the mug. The old man's has a Dick Tracy comic on their.]
Sure is coffee.
[After a thought.]
Not my bed.
[And he was just stirring a mug for Freddy. It's the one that has disappearing, reappearing graphics depending on the contents of the mug. The old man's has a Dick Tracy comic on their.]
Sure is coffee.
Oh you're a comedian today?
[As if Freddy here doesn't know the first thing about being a joker. He takes that graphics changing mug thank you. The hot coffee turns Bruce Banner into The Hulk.]
Thanks.
[As if Freddy here doesn't know the first thing about being a joker. He takes that graphics changing mug thank you. The hot coffee turns Bruce Banner into The Hulk.]
Thanks.
You wanna go for a walk some?
[After work, after dinner and before turning in. Larry holds his Chesterfield out to the wind so it can take off the smoldering ash. His hair ruffles some. He hasn't touched it since that big fight, so it is starting to grow on out gain.]
[After work, after dinner and before turning in. Larry holds his Chesterfield out to the wind so it can take off the smoldering ash. His hair ruffles some. He hasn't touched it since that big fight, so it is starting to grow on out gain.]
Sure.
[Freddy nods, nothing doing with a walk. A walk with Larry is always nice. He pulls his jacket a little tighter though because the evening brings a slight chill.]
[Freddy nods, nothing doing with a walk. A walk with Larry is always nice. He pulls his jacket a little tighter though because the evening brings a slight chill.]
I been thinking...
[That's how he starts. And funny enough, that's how Freddy started. They are more alike sometimes than they believe.
His own coat is zipped up snugly. To cut the wind and be closer, he comes behind Freddy with a paw hovering about his back.]
About us telling Pink.
[That's how he starts. And funny enough, that's how Freddy started. They are more alike sometimes than they believe.
His own coat is zipped up snugly. To cut the wind and be closer, he comes behind Freddy with a paw hovering about his back.]
About us telling Pink.
Yeah?
[Caramel green eyes shift a look on over at Larry while they're walking. He keeps close by so that paw can cradle the small of his back. The 'us' part in that doesn't escape him.]
[Caramel green eyes shift a look on over at Larry while they're walking. He keeps close by so that paw can cradle the small of his back. The 'us' part in that doesn't escape him.]
[Walking isn't painful. Lucky him. The farther away from their old place the better the old man feels.]
Nobody got hurt, man.
[As if to say see not so bad.]
Much.
Nobody got hurt, man.
[As if to say see not so bad.]
Much.
Yeah...my face ain't bleeding. [Snort. Then a look over at Larry.] How're you and the boys?
[Yeah you know what he means, Dimmy.]
[Yeah you know what he means, Dimmy.]
I'll live.
[Huff. Face he says. The old man turns to Freddy now. He'd like to assess that damage. There's a tension now, sure they finally did what they were gonna do... except now there's that unstable jitters. Larry thinks it's like first time heist jitters. Funny comparison.
One of his mitts move Freddy's chin this way and that to take a look at his schnoz.]
Might be kinda sore. I wasn't expecting that.
[His balls. The nose might too.]
[Huff. Face he says. The old man turns to Freddy now. He'd like to assess that damage. There's a tension now, sure they finally did what they were gonna do... except now there's that unstable jitters. Larry thinks it's like first time heist jitters. Funny comparison.
One of his mitts move Freddy's chin this way and that to take a look at his schnoz.]
Might be kinda sore. I wasn't expecting that.
[His balls. The nose might too.]
You sure?
[That he's okay. The nose didn't take the hit directly, thank christ, but where it connects to the rest of his face did. The mark is spreading in red and purple under his caramel apple eye. Freddy doesn't fight the way that paw moves his chin around.]
I'll take a look at home.
[Does he mean his nose or those balls though? It's dark out and the kid's feeling restless too.]
[That he's okay. The nose didn't take the hit directly, thank christ, but where it connects to the rest of his face did. The mark is spreading in red and purple under his caramel apple eye. Freddy doesn't fight the way that paw moves his chin around.]
I'll take a look at home.
[Does he mean his nose or those balls though? It's dark out and the kid's feeling restless too.]
[All the weapons in the apartment are laid out in the living room. That's a plethora to say the least. Larry's in a white tee and is taking care of each and every one. The room smells like cleaner and is filled with Eric Clapton.]
...Do I have your shit?
[Guns he means. He forgot to grab those. They might be on Freddy's person. Where the fuck is he?]
...Do I have your shit?
[Guns he means. He forgot to grab those. They might be on Freddy's person. Where the fuck is he?]
My shit's not shit.
[Just in case you were wondering, Lawrence Dimick, though the kid's only joking too. He sets down another piece next to the rest as somewhere on the table or floor they're using his other two sidearms are already laid out. Handguns of course. The rifles and other higher artillery pieces may or may not be involved depending upon the level of preparedness they've agreed to achieve. Funny that Clapton would be singing about how he didn't shoot the deputy.]
[Just in case you were wondering, Lawrence Dimick, though the kid's only joking too. He sets down another piece next to the rest as somewhere on the table or floor they're using his other two sidearms are already laid out. Handguns of course. The rifles and other higher artillery pieces may or may not be involved depending upon the level of preparedness they've agreed to achieve. Funny that Clapton would be singing about how he didn't shoot the deputy.]
[Clapton didn't know. As long as he sticks to songs and guitar, things'll be a-okay.]
Things.
[Oh there we go. He'sin the process of cleaning up his last hand gun. There's still a ways to go.]
Figured it'd be about time to make sure everything's in order.
[Before maybe sneaking off to the cache. Before there's any run in with Pink or whatever friends he might have made. Larry's still unsure if it was a good outcome or bad. No one got hurt, that's good. He wasn't too keen on anything...which is bad.]
Things.
[Oh there we go. He'sin the process of cleaning up his last hand gun. There's still a ways to go.]
Figured it'd be about time to make sure everything's in order.
[Before maybe sneaking off to the cache. Before there's any run in with Pink or whatever friends he might have made. Larry's still unsure if it was a good outcome or bad. No one got hurt, that's good. He wasn't too keen on anything...which is bad.]
I ain't heard a squeak from him since.
[Freddy notes, not that he's implying a thing about Pink's character on the matter, just the facts. Maybe they don't have much to worry about from the weasel after all, maybe. He won't stop Larry from preparing though. Oof. Wherever the old man is he's taking a seat right next to him.]
Here.
[He brought fresh beer aaaallllll the way from the kitchen.]
[Freddy notes, not that he's implying a thing about Pink's character on the matter, just the facts. Maybe they don't have much to worry about from the weasel after all, maybe. He won't stop Larry from preparing though. Oof. Wherever the old man is he's taking a seat right next to him.]
Here.
[He brought fresh beer aaaallllll the way from the kitchen.]
I know it might be nothing. [He pauses briefly before adding.] It'll probably be nothing.
[Here they were though, riding in the car down the less populated roads to that particular farmed area.]
Can't believe I didn't think of it sooner.
[They were occupied.]
[Here they were though, riding in the car down the less populated roads to that particular farmed area.]
Can't believe I didn't think of it sooner.
[They were occupied.]
Hey we'll see when we get there alright? Just keep it steady.
[Drive fast but not recklessly. Although belated common sense dictates they could have just gone to the carousel and checked to see if any of them looked like Nick. Then again that'd mean seeing other ponies too, ponies who used to be people, people they might have met once upon a time. Ignorance is bliss.]
[Drive fast but not recklessly. Although belated common sense dictates they could have just gone to the carousel and checked to see if any of them looked like Nick. Then again that'd mean seeing other ponies too, ponies who used to be people, people they might have met once upon a time. Ignorance is bliss.]
Steady right here.
[Nothing doing. Tension is apparent in how he's got his hands on the wheel all the same.]
I'll roll up to the gate and we'll park there.
[Verses how they usually park at a distance and stroll.]
[Nothing doing. Tension is apparent in how he's got his hands on the wheel all the same.]
I'll roll up to the gate and we'll park there.
[Verses how they usually park at a distance and stroll.]
Okay, man.
[Oh it's very apparent. He wishes it wasn't just for Larry's sake but in his position Freddy would be the exact same way about Sam. No other way to go about it. At least it's plenty obvious the old man genuinely cares for Nick as more than just a prop in his cowboy fantasy. He hopes the horse is all right. Just for good measure he places his hand on Larry's bicep to give it a firm squeeze. Freddy's right here to deal with the fall out, if there is fallout. He hopes there's no fall out.]
[Oh it's very apparent. He wishes it wasn't just for Larry's sake but in his position Freddy would be the exact same way about Sam. No other way to go about it. At least it's plenty obvious the old man genuinely cares for Nick as more than just a prop in his cowboy fantasy. He hopes the horse is all right. Just for good measure he places his hand on Larry's bicep to give it a firm squeeze. Freddy's right here to deal with the fall out, if there is fallout. He hopes there's no fall out.]
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