contact;

[pinkeffinprofessional]

If you don't know who the fuck you're trying to reach, then hang up the fucking phone. If not, leave a message. Try to make it snappy, will you?

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

why not?

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[orangetoughguy]

what you mean

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

why aren't you there?

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[orangetoughguy]

aint important

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

i think it is.

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[orangetoughguy]

why

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

because you're both acting strange.

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[orangetoughguy]

we had a fight ok

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

do i want to know?

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[orangetoughguy]

it doesnt matter if he contacts you let me know

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

you sound like a disgruntled housewife.

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[orangetoughguy]

bite me

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[pinkeffinprofessional]

i'm calling it like i see it.

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink is getting ready to install another chain when the doorbell rings.

Granted he wasn't expecting any visitors but the peephole is only Orange and White and they don't look like they're being held at gunpoint.

....are those brownies? He opens the door.]

[whitetwoguns]

Hey.

[The old man is toting the tray. And no, they didn't bake them. They bought em. Green Man Bakery says it all.]

Thanks for lettin' us come on over.

[Cat or no cat, instinctively he's looking around for that fucking furry face.]

[orangetoughguy]

Hi.

[Freddy thinks the weasel is already suspicious. Goddamn, Pink, relax for one fucking second. He's going to squeeze on through now before the guy can put himself in the doorway and interrogate. Also with Orange going in first he can scope the place out for that fleabag.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[No, Freddy, that's just the set of his face. Pink lets them in - Cat is asleep in a little kitty basket in the corner. His ear twitches as he sleeps]

You brought brownies?

[Welp. Maybe this is a thank-you]

I'll take them.

[And put them in the kitchen or something]

[whitetwoguns]

Because I wanna eat em too.

[Even though he's passing over the plate. This used to be their apartment. Even with the cat the old man feels a sense of comfort. He nods to Freddy to go for the couch. It isn't that big at all.]

You coughing ash still?

[Of course he's not. Just making conversation. This might be harder than he thought.]

[orangetoughguy]

[Oh look Smaug is asleep. How comforting. Except not. Freddy can tell there's someone else living here now and he's got an idea but that guy isn't important as long as he's not home. And yes he did a little research to make sure they came by while Pink was alone or something. Yep.]

Lemme have one.

[Freddy insists though he gets the feeling the weasel isn't gonna fall for it. Plop on the comfy couch. He's getting a cigarette out.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[There's a bed in the living room too but Pink don't sit on it, that's McCoy's. He grabs a brownie for each and shrugs]

Yeah, but I'm better. You guys?

[whitetwoguns]

[The bed really makes it smaller in here. NO words about it though. Interesting. Whoever sleeps here don't get a couch. He doesn't make the McCoy connection.]

Okay. They keep saying I oughta quit smoking every time I go in for a check up.

[He says it like it's bothersome. Uh oh. Are they gonna run on out of small talk so quick?]

[orangetoughguy]

Same here. I think it's part of the contract or something, you can't practice without throwing down the surgeon's general or whatever.

[Freddy shrugs like it's no thing, delaying the inevitable. He puffs on that cigarette. Puff puff puff.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Seriously?

They've had more stunning conversations about breasts and these guys are fags]

Did you find Blonde's body or something?

[Well they clearly are trying to say something]

[whitetwoguns]

No sir. We dunno what became of him.

[Larry thumbs the side of his nose. He's got an arm around the back of the couch, around Freddy.]

I'd want to know. As far as I'm concerned, we got unfinished business.

[He fucked em all over. Except that phrase isn't too good to use right now because technically that's what the law does to them--he and Pink. It's getting a little warm in here.]

[orangetoughguy]

No. No sign of him.

[Freddy shakes his head. Unfinished business, says White...he clears his throat. Okay Newendyke, cut to the chase, the weasel can smell it already.]

Thanks for helping me out back there...I owe you one.