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[He follows Pink to the kitchen, still familiar with the layout of this apartment. Let's see how far Freddy can get with diverting Pink's question. Besides, he genuinely wants to know. The kid quirks a brow.]

Did you get a pet?

[As if summoned, a green-eyed, one-eared, scrappy little black and white cat hisses from the top of the refrigerator]

You want to name him?

[....Really, Pink? Really? That's the kind of face he gives the weasel before looking at the feline.]

No thanks. So did you find it or did it find you?

[What the fuck is that face? His roommate doesn't domestically abuse him]

He followed me and my sandwich home.

[It's the why would you ever face because Dug T. Dog is superior to this fleabag.]

Guess you got same tastes.

[Shrug. But now Freddy knows if the cat's here then Larry won't be.]

That cat could kick your ass.

[He takes a swig of his beer]

Though right now that's not exactly a difficult prospect.

[Pink isn't that easily deterred]

[Drinking the beer actually kind of hurts but not enough to stop drinking it. Not enough to not grab a cigarette either. Maybe he's just biding his time.]

Fuck you. [This to Pink around a stick. Then he looks up at the cat.] You too.

So spill. Who decided you were easy to fuck over this time?

[There's a snort.]

This time?

[Freddy sips. Yeah because he doesn't think there was any other time.]

[This face. This one, right here, smartass]

Yeah, last time some vampire wanted your neck. Who fucked you over this time?

You should've seen the other guy.

[You know, before Larry one-upped Freddy and turned Amory into a bag of rotten apples after being tossed down several flights of stairs.]

[Pause. He's not spilling, time to start with the accusations.]

So what the fuck did you do to White to make him angry with your face?

[If it is White, Pink's money is that he kissed him.]

[The kid doesn't pause for a second but maybe, just maybe, Pink can detect the pause in a sharpening of green eyes.]

The hell makes you think I started anything?

Because I give White more credit than punching your face in because he wanted to see you cry.

[Also, because he's a pro and you're a chump, but Pink doesn't say that.]

[Freddy just makes a face again, dry sarcasm and a voiceless 'har dee fuckin' har' before he exhales. Shit he may as well have said "Yes. Mr. White did in fact break my face on his fist." Freddy coughs.]

Where's my ring.

Tell me what happened and I'll hand it over.

[What's this? Extortion? Well he is a criminal]

Hand it over and I'll tell you what happened.

[He echoes all the coolness.]

[This is his version of a Mexican Standoff - information, jewelry, and no fucking guns]

Guess I could call White.

[The wheels in his kid head are turning. If he calls White while he's there maybe he can figure out where Larry's gone off to. Look Freddy can play this game too.]

Do it.

[Of course even now Orange doesn't look too sure of himself. He averts his gaze to that fucking cat.]

[Cat looks unbothered. Pink picks up his cell phone and dials, but doesn't press the send button. See? He knows how cell phones work. He raises an eyebrow and sees the averted gaze]

Holy shit.

What, did you tell him you wanted to suck his fucking cock? I'm pretty sure he was in prison, that kind of shit shouldn't bother him.

[Is it possible to look red under bruises and cuts? Freddy just stares at Pink. Quick think fast kid.]

The hell is wrong with you, dude? [...Yep.]

I'm not the one who looks like their face met a wall about six times.

[This is one very long sip. Loooooooooong sip.]

What's it matter to you anyway.

Because White doesn't get fucking pissed for no reason. If he's willing to make you look like that, what the hell is he willing to do to me?

[This is about Pink, okay?]

[Here Freddy can't help but snort.]

I don't think you're gonna have a problem unless you're holding out, like you got the diamonds in your back pocket or whatever.

[Freddy's joking. Honest. He taps ash out on the nearest ash receptacle.]

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