[God that kiss to his hair, he could fucking die right now and he'd be dying a happy man. Freddy's pleased enough that he doesn't even argue the way Larry opens the car door for him. What a fucking gentleman...he'll give him a checked eyeroll too only because that's what Freddy Newendykes do but it's all affection. Once they're inside he sinks into his seat (passenger's, obviously) then glances over to the driver.]
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[Say what? He blinks once. Twice. Ohhhh. Now it occurs to him just what he meant by hot chocolate and now his cheeks are growing warmer.] Are you sure?
[Freddy asks because this is Dimmy the gentleman, Mr. White his knight, he don't mind bringing a toy to bed on new year's night? That's exactly what it is to Orange--so he tells himself--toys. Bright shiny big toys.]
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[Say what? He blinks once. Twice. Ohhhh. Now it occurs to him just what he meant by hot chocolate and now his cheeks are growing warmer.] Are you sure?
[Freddy asks because this is Dimmy the gentleman, Mr. White his knight, he don't mind bringing a toy to bed on new year's night? That's exactly what it is to Orange--so he tells himself--toys. Bright shiny big toys.]