But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

Nothing a hot shower couldn't fix for you, kiddo.

[Consider him properly weaseled. The first sign of ache he'd work on a remedy.]

We should limber up if we're gonna go horseback riding again.

[Arms around him for an embrace than a hardy pat.]

[orangetoughguy]

Hey I'll do whatever, man. You're the professional.

[Have a hardy pat in return, followed by a firm hand grabbing the old man's rear.]

[whitetwoguns]

Haven't you learned a thing? I'd say you're at least on the executive level.

[Properly goosed he tenses.]

Shit. Hey, handsy. I don't got pockets to pick.

[orangetoughguy]

[Another squeeze, then his hands relax to settle on Larry's waist.] Yeah you do.

[He says with executive level precision, but his hands don't do a thing to demonstrate how or where. That's for later, like tomorrow maybe, after the old man's earned his keep.]

You're a real cowboy.

[whitetwoguns]

[Hopefully Freddy will leave him enough for coffee and lunch.]

That didn't come up out of nothin'. That's all you, man.

[Sigh. Now they gotta dress. He starts with the first piece near by. Whoop. That's the kid's.]

[orangetoughguy]

I kept you in mind.

[The kid compromises with a smile then turns to start collecting their things as well. Whoops this looks like the old man's, too bad anything Larry owns Freddy can still put on. One wonders if Larry can pull any of Freddy's clothes on himself at all. Just another one of the few perks of being a little(r) man.]