But I ain't no madman.

[whitetwoguns]

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[orangetoughguy]

[Reading over an old man's broad shoulder.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Hunting and pecking as he goes. Look at what a modern writer he is, complete with the cigarette between his lips. It's what you call deep concentration.

Quarry. Q-U-A-R-R---shit where did Y go?]

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy points at the Y-key.]

[whitetwoguns]

Oh.

[So there was a beak over his shoulder. He pushes the y-key and is able to turn away from his work.]

Thanks.

[Cigarette gets moved aside.]

So....uh, you been reading?

[orangetoughguy]

[At least this beak doesn't make a croaking sound.]

Oh yeah. I've been reading. Why're you writing?

[whitetwoguns]

I dunno. Kinda popped into my head. Figured I better jot it down before it goes away.

[Thankfully. Uh. Tragically. Normally.]

Be honest. What do you think?

[orangetoughguy]

[Freckled hands pat pat both shoulders.] Well it ain't bad, you really know your western stuff.

[There's a but in there but he hasn't said it yet.]

[whitetwoguns]

Kinda writing what I know.

[Movie westerns, those are not realistic. Oh that rubbing is nice. He tenses then relaxes under those fingers.]

Stay awhile.

[Be a captive audience.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Freddy can feel Larry relaxing under his fingertips so he kneads a little more, like giving a massage but his comes with an agenda.]

Are you gonna write some more?

[whitetwoguns]

Sure. I'm thinking there's gonna be some confrontation. Another flash....this time though our guy is in deep.

[Tense and then relax.]

Could use something else, you know?

[orangetoughguy]

What else can you throw into a western that's gonna shake the whole thing up? Aliens?

[Sorry Freddy that's been done. The kid's musing aloud anyway as he turns the old man's chair around so he can straddle his lap.]

How about a chase, your man on a horse?

[whitetwoguns]

No. [To aliens but that'd be one hell of a movie. Larry tilts his head back so he can get another angle to look up at the kid.]

A chase, huh?

[Straddling. Oh. Woah. Paws reach on up to hold onto that man.]

Him and a posse?

[orangetoughguy]

Uh huh.

[He confirms with a nod, wiry arms going around the other man's neck now. Can Larry tell Freddy wants to be involved? Where does he fit into the outlaw's tale? Granted it's a western and he knows Larry loves his westerns, superheroes just don't fit. He can't blame Lawrence Dimick...but he can derail him for a little bit.]

Cowboys always got it rough right? It'd be kinda wrong to make it real easy on'im.

[Freddy knows who 'he' is but to keep things playful he treats the main character as nobody they've met. No need to blame Larry's heroes either. The kid plucks the Chesterfield to take a pull for himself before giving it back to the old man, then off his lap he goes. Just like that. Like a punk tease.]

[whitetwoguns]

[Knees spread some to support his weight more closely to..the seat of this rolling chair. Consider him well and truly distracted from his medium.]

Yeah. [Swallow.] That's right. I don't plan on it. Only makes him a tougher guy.

[The. Character. Or something. Heh. While his lips are without a cigarette he tlicks them and fully intends to lean on over and---]

Hey. Wait. Come back.

[Paws are reaching for that wiry body.]

Where are you going?

[orangetoughguy]

[Heh heh heh. Freddy's caught by a paw but it doesn't change anything. The kid's already working to pull his own shirt off, to reveal more of this wiry body, then he's getting down to his knees.]

I'm gonna make you a tougher guy.

[And make Lawrence Dimick pay more attention to the characters who should matter, like the one working to open up his pants.]

[whitetwoguns]

[He caught shirt which...he has to let go of. Woah. Woah. The chase is on at top speed. Paws rove up from his hip bones, kneading the flesh on those bones. even though there's not that much. Damn kid is more lean than a bear.]

I can keep up.

[Good thing he's well on his way to getting hard. Though not as fast as this kid.]