But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

Good. Then what the fuck are you waiting for? Let's get it.

[Okay, to the kitchen then. Sorry Pink if it ends up you might be gettin' dragged.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink is dragged, and he doesn't look happy, but whatever. When they get there Pink's cat comes up to say hello to White and Pink leads him to the fridge]

Okay, you just...wait here for a second.

[whitetwoguns]

Wait where? We're pretty damn close.

[Oh shit. Cat cat cat. Larry tries to side step and still gets rubbed up against. It makes his skin want to crawl.


Which drives him to fall in closer to Pink.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink has long limbs, and he's sort of reaaaaaching to get one hand up to displace the fake ceiling, when the cat rubs closer, and Pink stumbles, and the saw comes tumbling down on top of the fridge.

With the box on top]

[whitetwoguns]

Ever hear of a tool chest?

[And the saw doesn't look that special. Naturally it's the box that's worth hiding. It's the natural reflex to pick up whatever the fuck that is.

It's heavy. And it'll require both hands.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[What you can't hear is him screaming NOOOOOOOOOO in his head. He reaches for the box at the same time and clamps a hand over it]

I don't like tool chests. They give people the idea that you're handy.

[whitetwoguns]

[Larry's got a paw on that box as well.]

So you hide tools? There's somethin' wrong with you.

[As for this? What the fuck is this box if it isn't tools?]

What the fuck is this? [It wasn't here when he and Freddy left.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

It's just something I needed to keep safe.

[Because he knows if he says its private he'll get the crap kicked out of him if White opens the box]

Don't worry about it. Get the saw and start sawing.

[whitetwoguns]

[All the same it means, let's open it. Now. Especially when he's got a strange hope in him that it'll be...]

Holy fucking shit!

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Shit]

Well, here we fucking go.

[He grabs the saw not because he wants to hurt someone but because he refuses to be weaponless if White decides that the next step is to bash his head into the refrigerator over and over]

[whitetwoguns]

You been holding out. After all that we done for you, you've been slinking right under my [our] fucking nose!

[Larry is still stunned by the gleam of that brilliant collection of stones they bled for.]

Just gonna be your fucking secret huh?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Yeah, it was. Until I was sure about this.

[Look, they're all there, okay? Except for maybe like. Two.]

[whitetwoguns]

Sure?

[Angry as he might be, he's not dumb enough to hit a man when he's got a saw though Larry yanks his end of the cuffs.]

Sure you'd get away with it.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Sure that the kid wasn't a narc!

[whitetwoguns]

Gimme another excuse, because you gotta have more than that when you're sitting on this much ice.

[The more he thinks about it, the angrier it makes him.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Imagine if he knew that there were two other boxes]

It's not a fucking excuse! I didn't spend any of it, it's just sitting here.

[whitetwoguns]

[Doesn't take much to imagine. They held up a whole fucking store. It was a big shipment. The numbers are going in his head.]

Good. Then I'll be collecting my cut and Orange's.

[When that handcuff thing is handled.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Shit, White. Should I divvy it up for the rest of the guys? I mean, Blue and Brown, they're dead, and Blonde, but that won't fucking stop them from showing up here.

And they're dead because there was a fucking rat.

[Damn it.]

[whitetwoguns]

It's all of ours. If they come here, they get their cut. Until then, I don't see a reason you gotta sit on em and play banker. We still dunno what the fuck happened. We may never know.

[And Larry earnestly hopes that it stays that way. It's just easier, safer.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Sour face, but it's hard to argue this crap]

You believe him, don't you? That he's not a cop.

[Pink doesn't.]

[whitetwoguns]

I trust him.

[That any be the only true respond he can give. Does it all have to come down to lies? Larry can and will lie, cheat, and do whatever the fuck it takes to ensure their safety.]

Can I trust you, Pink?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Hey. I'm a professional. If I do something, I'm doing it right.

[He pauses]

If you couldn't, I would have been the asshole to turn this ice into green already, wouldn't I?

[whitetwoguns]

Do fucking right then.

[Now that it's out in the open. There's so much money right fucking here. Shit. Larry rakes a hand through his hair.]

Worse than sitting on it.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

It's safe. It's not like any of us are going nowhere.

[whitetwoguns]

Come off of it, Pink. Fuck. Cat is out of the bag. It's all ours. No one's goin' on a spending spree but we got a right. We all went through hell.

[Though two out of three involved parties in the City were bleeding out the gut at some point. If Larry could do two things differently, he would have shot Blonde and kicked Pink harder if leaving with Orange wasn't an option at all.]