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[orangetoughguy]

[Hey horse! Freddy's seen you before and actually he has some questions to ask of your rider. Pat pat to the velvety soft nose.]

[withloadedguns]

[Everyone is after the horse today. It's like no one's ever seen a horse before (maybe they haven't).

When he comes back from...wherever he was a moment before, he will see this going on (spoiled horse) and stop a bit short and observe the proceedings. Yes, it's that guy. Patting the horse on the nose. All right.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Pat pat pat.]

I gotta get somethin' like you for someone special. You got any friends lookin' for an old cowboy?

[Yes. Hushed conversation with a horse. Look he wants to get Larry something really cool and unique okay? Maybe not a horse but at least riding lessons. Anyway he looks around for--oh. There he is. He stops petting the horse.]

Sorry. [Like petting a sports car without permission.]

[withloadedguns]

[Kind of. Except this horse is more like the old faithful pick-up truck than a sports car. But the principle still stands!

But he's not one for scolding. Even if you do get A Look, Mr. Orange.]

He doesn't seem to mind.

[He stashes something in a saddlebag.]

Did he...give you any good advice?

[Horse sense, you know.]

[orangetoughguy]

[....Truly just the thing Larry needs for Christmas, but he wouldn't dare steal this horse.]

Naw. You know you're probably the go-to guy about this kind of thing though.

[Maybe. Just as Freddy's about to go into his idea there's an altercation half a block down. Something about kissing and augh Christmas. Whoosh. Something goes flying through the air and it lands right on the brim of the other man's hat. It's mistletoe. How convenient.]

Uh. [.....Iiiiiit's GRAVITATION.]

[withloadedguns]

[He can get you another horse. For a price.]

This kind of thing--?

[Interrupted!! No sooner does that plant land but he's staring up at it (as much as he can see from over the brim of his hat, at least). And... GRAVITATION.

He will want to punch you in a few moments. Not yet. But...in a few moments.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Hands on his face, pulling him in for a long deep heated kiss. The kind you give when you know you might not see this man for a long time or ever again...because he's probably going to punch you out of orbit afterward.]

[withloadedguns]

[You son-of-a-bitch. Don't get too excited about how he's got his hands all twisted up in your shirt, jacket, coat, lapels, collar, tie, whatever. That's so you can't get away until he gets to punch you out of orbit. Have your fun while you can.]