whitetwoguns | But I ain't no madman.

Now you're talkin' some sense.

[Freddy praises with a smile. Not to say Larry was talking senseless earlier too...the kid was just sort of worked up on getting this worked out.]

Pretty sure they'll get paid. Nothin' real big at first but with all the attention it'll make up for itself.

I got enough of it to get by.

[A grin to prove it. Now done he reaches to pull the kid closer, maybe take a seat on the bed or on his lap.]

I'll call it a starter job, how about that? Nobody ever has that high of expectations. And we don't want no prima donna types who did something similar to think they're a pro.

[And call them out on every hint of bullshit there might be.]

[On his lap will do. It's a comfortable place. Oof.]

Fuckin' smart with that talking.

[Because if it were up to Freddy there's a high chance he'd outright call a prima donna on her own shit which is good for taking a lady down a peg but bad for a start up show.]

You think it's a good idea? Puttin' this whole thing together?

[For Freddy, the cop, doing things he never did in Los Angeles. Will he ever be a copper again?]

[Arms go around him, warm from the shower.]

Only if you want to do it. Don't go feeling like you have to, I know who you're dealing with.

[Tony Goddamn Stark. That's who. Larry lifts his head to look into Freddy's caramel apple green eyes as he tries to scope out any kind of lures he's trying to put on himself.]

I wanna do it.

[He wants to work with, help out, and impress Tony Shark--er, Tony Stark. Green eyes are looking back, slightly conflicted only because this wasn't how he envisioned working for Iron Man himself. Sure he does the mechanic work but this is more involved with the boss. None of it comes close to being a cop though. Freddy wonders if he looks silly, from undercover cop to part-time mechanic and cheerleader recruiter.]

Then we'll do it.

[Because he wants to.

Who's he going to look silly to? Larry honestly doesn't give a care. Not fussing over Blonde or Saya or any bullshit is fucking perfect.

Having never been a cop or had a true appreciation for them before Freddy, Larry doesn't know what he's going through. He hopes that his support is enough. One day the kid may want to join the police faction they have. Not today.]

Do I get one for free?

[Wat. He leans back to really really look at Larry, one eyebrow cocked up.] Excuse me?

[While the kid thinks the old man is joking it doesn't stop the cool potentially indignant tone that creeps up in his voice. Good call though, Dimmy, this does divert his attention from Blonde, from anything else that could threaten their happiness. But they're always running in the background, his guard is never truly going to come down as long as that maniac is out. With regards to the police force though, well, as long as Blonde's around he chooses not to be a cop. It was a choice he made when they arrived here, to live undercover. He regrets it only on occasion, like when Freddy realizes he went from being a Detective to a lady recruiter.]

I could use a calender.

[Coolly, as though he doesn't understand why there is any indignation at all in his voice. Paws are more handsy.]

Would you autograph it for me? Not everyday you get up close and personal with the guy who makes it all happen.

[That's you, Freddy. Blonde isn't going anywhere so they need to somehow carry on with their lives, be happy and undertake other things important and unimportant.]

Yeah, sure you can have one.

[He's still eyeballing Lawrence Dimick like he was so sure this man meant a free round with one of the auditioning ladies. A calendar though, sure, he can throw this bear that bone...honeycomb, salmon, whatever it is bears eat.]

If you remind me and ask real nice I could find some time for me to sign yours personally.

[A nod. Already acting like a bigshot because damn Larry is good at diffusing situations.]

[Larry knows better. It's enough that they get a third wheel in now and then. They haven't discussed the third being a woman before in seriousness. Pictures on the wall and now and then a movie with some tits in it are not the same thing as asking for pussy. That just don't seem right. Freddy would have to be in on it if it happened at all. The old man gets off on the memory of Freddy pantomiming how he'd work Pam Grier at the same time.]

I'd greatly appreciate that.

[Broad nose snuffles at his shoulder.]

[Won't ever know until you ask him, right Dimmy? Or is it up to Freddy to be the generous man and pitch the idea to Larry for him? It's something he's thought of before, purely for Larry's sake because any third wheel for the kid's enjoyment anymore by default comes with a cock he was born with. Having a woman would be to see how fast the old man shoots off his load.]

You're welcome.

[He bids Mr. White, smiling a bit smug. Hey, whatchu doin' bear? Freddy cocks a brow at all this snuffling, like he's suspicious someone's just doing whatever he can to get back into a fox's good graces. Not that it takes much or that Larry was in the bearhouse to begin with. The younger man sure as hell doesn't move away though.]

But I ain't no madman.

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