But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[whitetwoguns]

[He guesses. There we go again with that kind of Freddy Newendyke casual bravado that he really, really loves ripping to shreds.

No, Larry hasn't suddenly got over his issue but he hopes that if they keep on rolling like this it won't make him feel like he does. It'd be great if they could both reach the same even ground.]

We are picking up chocolate milk. [Smirky smirk smirk.]

Can you get the rubbers? I'll keep the car warm.

[As they roll up to the convenience store, it's not the best looking but it's open. And it's near where they need to be.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Fortunately for Lawrence Dimick, Freddy Newendyke happens to enjoy having his...bravado ripped to wet messy shreds. To that smirky smirk smirkness he just shrugs.]

Sure.

[He'll get the rubbers. Oh fuck just thinking about having two dicks to work with is making his coat feel heavy. The kid manages to climb out without a third not-quite-leg getting in the way. He's not that worked up. Yet.]

[whitetwoguns]

[That's what he figures otherwise the give and take would be easier. All about the joy of the game.]

Got cash?

[As though he doesn't have any of his own. Larry watches that man step on out. The clerk won't know what kind of a good time they're helping out with. Freddy isn't that worked up, but he sure will be. When is the question? The old man'll keep a close eye on that. Better to bring on up later.]