But I ain't no madman.

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[orangetoughguy]

[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.]

[whitetwoguns]

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.]

[orangetoughguy]

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.]

[whitetwoguns]

[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.]

[orangetoughguy]

[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.]