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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[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[What the fuck is this. Are they in league with each other? He should have known. Mr. White can't leave him alone, can't live and let live, let him sort out his own strange divergent past. Caramel green eyes sharpen from one man to the other, then he turns on his heel to leave.]

Fuck it.

[whitetwoguns]

[Is this fucking real? Both large hands spread with the cigarette between his lips like an exhaust pipe.]

What the fuck happened here?

[pinkeffinprofessional]

Nothing! Nothing happened!

[Pink is fumbling for his own cigarette. Fuck. Fuck what the fuck.]

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[You guys have fun trying to figure it out. He's not staying for the conversation. He doesn't want to hear what they have to say about him.]

[whitetwoguns]

[What is this? What the fuck is this even? The old man silently shakes his fists and tells Pink to fuck off. That's silent too, fist and arm the good old fashioned way. Don't worry, weasel. He'll gladly apologize. Right now things are so goddamn unstable he doesn't even know what to think.]

Orange, you going to turn down a drink?

[Because you know what? They're not gonna talk about bullshit.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Pink grumbles and stamps his feet a little, shuffling to try to warm up, moving away a little, looking away.]

Fuck.

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[This is probably the most young Freddy Newendyke Mr. Orange gesture he's done all day...instead of saying any more, he throws his middle finger over his shoulder.]