But I ain't no madman.

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[orangetoughguy]

I'm moving I'm moving. [Larry's nothing like a drill instructor but Freddy's giving him a look as only a player would to his coach. Pacing now he sees the pond's edge coming up.] Okay I'm gonna stop now.

[Fair warning, Dimick. One, two, three! He turn-scoots. Whether his blade locks with Larry's or not is up in the air. He's still holding onto the guy though.]

[whitetwoguns]

The movin's good. Not a problem. You're good at it.

[That's not a come on at all. Two can observe and convey a little something special in the meaning. A couch would focus on what needs to be done.]

Okay, hotshot. Stop.

[Yeah, it was fair warning. Again Larry's too confident that he'd keep them both up. The locked skates, when did that happen? Freddy goes but Larry hits first. One hand gets squished between the kid and the ice. Is it just cold or is the throbbing in his fingers something else?]

Fuck.

[orangetoughguy]

Shit!

[So much for being good at it. Rather, what good is being good at moving when you can't stop? He rolls off Larry but is careful not to get on his feet. Those blades are dangerous don't you know? Freddy sits on his ass instead only to reach out and pat the old man on the shoulder.]

You okay?

[whitetwoguns]

Mmmhmmmph! [That's a tight noise in the back of his throat because he's processing exactly what it is now that the blood is flowing through his fingers...finger really. Trigger finger. Goddamn.

It didn't feel good for the rest of him to hit the ice but that's eclipsed by the kinda heart beat throbbing going on.

Larry shakes it out some, hoping it isn't a sprain. Okay. Shaking not a good idea. Brown eyes look at the kid.]

I'm fine.

[Swift exhale.]

[orangetoughguy]

[The kid doesn't believe him for a second.]

You sure?

[He's looking right at you, old man. Don't lie, don't lie to this concerned face.]

[whitetwoguns]

Mighta got my finger sprained.

[He's not sure yet. But see, what's a finger verses the rest of him? Larry shows the damage. Not bad. His knuckles are a bit scraped. That's no thing.]

I'll tape it when we get home. [To his middle finger. Hey, and they've got plenty of that stuff hanging around. How about that.]

[orangetoughguy]

Damn. Sorry.

[He doesn't even ask to see Larry's hand before taking it for himself to scrutinize. Scrapes sure and at least if it is sprained it's on ice. Har. No really he looks at Larry.]

You wanna keep on?

[whitetwoguns]

[Woah, hey. Careful with that.]

It's not that bad at all. Don't you worry. And for fuck's sake, don't apologize. [All said softly. He was really concerned? Boy, if Larry had a nickel for every time he hurt those big paws of his growing up...]

Yeah. [Provided the kid gives him back his hand although he doesn't mind. Not one bit.] You still dunno how to stop yet.

[orangetoughguy]

[Fortunately for them both he doesn't say he's sorry for saying sorry over and over.]

If we keep at it long enough I'll be beat up in no fuckin' time.

[He says in the most casual way, still in good humor. Oh yeah, he lets go of Larry's hand to get back up on his feet. This time it's Freddy who offers a palm for pulling the other man up.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Such a good kid this one. Larry grips his hand. It's not Rockefeller, and that's okay. Any time he can it's a good time and place. Someday though...]

Well. Let's give you one more fall and then you can't anymore. You just gotta do it. So either use your fall right now or save it for later.

[Of course it isn't as simple as that but determination can do quite a bit.]

Keep most of your weight on the leg that's not doing the scooting. Try it again.

[He'll be near by. Maybe not literally at hand this time.

[orangetoughguy]

Okay.

[He won't go as far as telling Larry to take a seat or anything. That'd be insulting. He does let go of the man when they're both up though. The kid's gonna try it again. And again. Until he gets it right because they have only the lunch break to do it, but that won't be the last of it will it? For Larry's sake he hopes he can master it soon enough to not run the risk of hurting his hand again.]

Thanks, Larry.

[Freddy adds, not just because they're close but because it's deserved.]

[whitetwoguns]

Thanks for indulging. [True game play will have to go down another day. The picks and sticks need to be scuffed up ahead of time. He forgot.]

You do me proud, Scooter.

[Sprain or no sprain.]