whitetwoguns: (tight jaw)
"Mr. White" AKA Lawrence "Two Guns" Dimick ([personal profile] whitetwoguns) wrote 2012-03-25 06:26 am (UTC)

Thanks.

[He'll put it with the last few in the box.]

I'll step out in a bit to get more. Did you need anything?

[Words. Where are they? He should be asserting that everything's fine. He should be working his way to kissing and making up. Another puff of his Chesterfield.

Brown eyes are on the comic book. Then right on up to Mr. Orange's face.

The lights from the bar when they first met obscured the freckles on his skin. Music made it hard to hear him at first and coming on closer he got to see a pretty vibrant, cool motherfucker. It'll be great to work with him, he thought. All those rushing longings that are spent out in motels and alleyways came onto him like an ambush. At the time he wished for a few more moments with Mr. Orange.

How many more moments are left? A long moment's passed in silence, there's no music on or the TV. He didn't think to when he first came in. Boy can silence be deafening.]


I'm in it for you man and nobody else.

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