But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

[His body is aged, some of his awareness for issues are skewed. Then again, what isn't with Lawrence Dimick. The kid sticks around him knowing that he's put a few bodies in bags. It's a strange, select sort of apprehension. Sometimes he doesn't understand Freddy's generation or just how involved he is in those comics, movies and games. All he's gotta understand is that without them the kid would be unhappy. Everyone has their own tastes, the old man thinks privately now and then about how they'll change up with age and experience.

He would love to be there for that. Tomorrow would be just as good.]

Sorry. When I hear you got passed around like a good blunt... you are worth keepin'. I'm a greedy guy. You don't need him. He'll give you the runaround.

[Friendly competition with...himself.]

[orangetoughguy]

Hey. I did a little lickin' and rollin' but I wasn't gettin' passed around. Shit I was dealin'.

[How do you like that kind of talk, Lawrence Dimick? You stick around Freddy Newendyke knowing he's booked guys like you for a living too. It works both ways. None of that's at the forefront of his mind right now even though it's always present somewhere in his mind. He gives the old man another lean and bump.]

You seem like a super cool guy yourself. I'll take your word for it.

[whitetwoguns]

[Damn. Just. Damn. He wets his lips and more than ever is affirmed that this man can't be let out of his grasp.]

No wonder everybody wants you. The super heroes and that asshole you were talking about. Come on home with me. You won't regret it.

[Bump, lean and he slips it to a grind even though he's got nothing left in him. Seems like Freddy could go on like this for hours.]