But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

Just pay her.

[Freddy insists because this grumpy old man who's sitting next to him is now giving him a creepy kind of eye. The one that wants to invite him to his basement and groom children with ice cream. The kid scoots a little closer to his old man. Oh yeah and he is asking Larry to pay, the high roller.]

[whitetwoguns]

Maybe you shoulda thought of that before usin' my bus as a hotel.

[Neck movement coincides with the delivery of this message.]

Don't think you're aware that there was some funny shit going on in the street.

[Moving shit. Then again, the bus was a very safe zone so... Oh. There's Freddy. He puts a hand on his knee and gives another idle pat. His old man is too preoccupied to see what's going on right now.]

I don't know. I don't care. Don't make me be chargin' for harassment. I can and will do that.

Okay, okay. You got your green.

[A little pocket digging and out it comes. He would have much rather spent it on another nice night out or a new suit or something. Hey, small price for survival though.]

[orangetoughguy]

[A hotel...lady, if they were going to use the bus as a hotel there'd be a lot more problems than just fare, but Freddy knows better than to mouth off. She could take him he's pretty sure, especially if she invokes being a lady that which cannot be assaulted by a man's fist. With a pat to his knee the kid's up and ready to leave the bus. He even loops his arm with Larry's to pull him along.]

Oh shit I gotta run to work.

[whitetwoguns]

[Money handed over he is absolutely done with the situation. This is what he gets for giving Freddy a hard time after Thanksgiving. Now they both are in yesterday's clothes and pretty much a mess. He keeps their arms locked solid to keep the momentum.]

Work? Seriously?

[After that kind of a night he could use rest too. Larry's so weary he doesn't think to hide the disappointment. But a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do.]

[orangetoughguy]

What'm I gonna do, call in?

[No way is Freddy Newendyke going to call in on account of some fucking statues because he's not a pussy even though he'd like nothing more than to just lounge around home all day with Lawrence Dimick. Off the bus now, on the street. He's already late but he could make a run for it.]

Sorry man. [Yeah he can see the disappointment clearly.]

[whitetwoguns]

Naw. Gotta make a good impression.

[He nods and reaches for a comb. Just a quick run through kid so that it doesn't look as clumpy. The flop cannot be combated. The old man can take a day on his own. Better enjoy the time off while he can. Here they are on the street.]

Don't work too hard. [Arm squeeze.] I'll see you at home.

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy closes one eye for all that combing because it's kind of silly but it's a silliness he greatly enjoys.]

Thanks...yeah, I'll see you at home...

[He's about ready to take off running, one step, two step, then he's turning back around for Larry to pull him into a deep deep firm very public kiss.]

[whitetwoguns]

[In no hurry, he stands still to watch him walk away before heading on foot. He won't be taking the bus any time soon. The turn is what gets him. Paws up and clutching at his arms.

Smart ass kid knows what will tide this man over until he comes on home. One more deep sweep of tongue and swapping saliva before he pulls back.]

Don't be late.

[To work or heading on home.]

[orangetoughguy]

[It's not a quiet kiss either. It's the kind of kiss that makes people who have nothing else better to do hate on a couple of faggots who happened to fall asleep on a bus after outrunning fucking statues.]

I won't.

[Pat pat to his cheek. Then Freddy's running like the fucking cops are after him...for eating the last slice of pizza at lunch.]