But I ain't no madman.

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[orangetoughguy]

Ballistic vests.

[God Larry have a little more faith in Freddy here. He has a point to all this sewing business.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Specific. There we go. Even though this is brand new to the old man's ears he tries to keep his mouth shut and play it off like he knew this was coming.]

Not your typical sewing circle business.

[Like she actually looks like that type. Hypocrite, Dimick. Larry itches the corner of his mouth with his thumb and looks about the street to be cautious.]

[synanthrope]

[She starts to move, carefully, to the side now. She's thinking, though, this movement is absent]

Yes, I can make them.

[orangetoughguy]

You put'em together as good as you put cars together?

[Again he imagines the answer is 'yes' because this is Saya. There are a lot of good reasons to avoid her, personal reasons for feeling insulted by her, but when it comes to her craftsmanship she's up there with Tony Stark. And she doesn't even need a corporation.

Then again, Tony puts on a suit to become Iron Man. He doesn't turn into a big fucking god knows what arachnid.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Tramps like White and Orange gotta play the right cards. Freddy is protected by Tony Stark and his super friends one way or the other, it doesn't hurt to have a direct and hostile contact to Blonde. That still will never, ever take away what it was like to have the old man's body go into hyper drive against his will. At least with drugs you enjoy the ride a little, you hand on over your permission to the consequences. Like that doesn't happen enough in the City.]

Because if not, we don't want any bullshit.

[Playing that bad cop again.]

[synanthrope]

[She turns to look at White now. For an instant, a quick, sullen instant, every single one of her eyes opens, stacked up on her forehead. It's so fast and so unannounced that a blink would cause him to miss it, and surely at this angle her hair blocks Orange from seeing it.]

I don't make bullshit.

[She turns back to Orange. The tone of her voice suggests absolutely no hostility.]

Yes.

[orangetoughguy]

[Sorry to say, old man, Freddy doesn't see a thing so he keeps on talking.]

I want one. Lightweight. Something that fits under all this, real subtle, you know Superman-like.

[He gestures over his own casual clothing though he isn't going to pantomime pulling his shirt open.] Me, him, and a spare and I won't get you a life raft for your birthday.

[Larry probably won't get that reference. There are some things he hasn't told the old man because it's one of the few times he ever saw Saya genuinely get bent out of shape.]

[whitetwoguns]

[His own eyes go wide and for a moment he feels like he's choking on the air because what the flying fuck is that bullshit. Larry really does not follow the discussion at all for a few seconds because he is staring at her forehead. Simple, pale skin. What the fuck was that?

A cigarette, yeah. Let's get one of those.]

[synanthrope]

[At the life raft comment, it's as though she goes from chill and professional to subzero cold, and her focus is laser-sharp on Orange.]

I hope that isn't a threat, Mr. Orange.

[She's being polite. Very polite, considering.]

[orangetoughguy]

Please. I could totally do better.

[In terms of threats. Just look at what happened to Mr. Blonde who didn't get a warning anyway. Freddy waves a hand like it's no big deal, a gesture of just how big a deal it is to her and he knows it. Er, something spook you, Larry? Oh well he won't address it with the old man in front of her. Never let them see you sweat.]

Don't make'em neon or something.

[whitetwoguns]

[Flick of his lighter and he's smoking. A few more moments and he'll get it together. Maybe he'll get more color back into his face too.]

Brown or black, those're good colors.

[Ahem.]

Navy.

[See. Right back in the game. And proof he dunno what the big deal is about rafts.]

[synanthrope]

Don't get cocky.

[That's her warning. She's harder to kill than Blonde, and about a thousand times more dangerous.]

Three days.

[orangetoughguy]

Deal.

[Still playing it super cool.]