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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]

[He may be walking a little faster now]

You guys were friends.

[Friends who suck each other's cocks.]

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

I think you know more than that.

[Who are you trying to kid, Pink?! Also he's keeping up.]

[whitetwoguns]

[How about another old man to up the ante here? And no it wasn't like he knows what conversation is going on. Just making his way up the street smoking his own cigarette. He could go drinking, in fact he's been trying to gear himself up for the act for a few hours now except that would admit that this is all getting to him. It's a curse. A fucking curse. Except it hurts more than he ever thought it could get talked to and treated like that by a man he believes he knows so well.

Silly fucking bear. It should be apparent. You don't.

Now that man is out in the City. At least he warned Pink. Maybe he should have warned others. But what to say? Feels like Ariadne isn't quite someone to confide in completely. Arthur? That would have been polite. Arthur's going through enough as it is. A guy doesn't need a kindred bed fellow.

....Oh wait. Look who that is.]

Pink. [Nod, like they haven't talked hours ago.] Orange.

[The same goes. Simple, easy and like nothing in the world bothers him.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[It is a truly sad fucking day when Mr. Pink is glad to see Mr. White. He releases an inhale of frozen breath]

Shit, hey, White.

[He doesn't radiate save me yet, but its close]

How you doing?

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

White.

[He greets in a cool fashion. Maybe Pink can feel a literal frost between them, not icy per se, maybe more like cold iron.]

[whitetwoguns]

What the fuck are you shits doing out here?

[Calm enough to fake a grin. Okay part of it is how he can see Pink straining over something. The kid...erm man got to him. Inhale of his Chesterfield. Don't look too long, Dimmy.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[He shrugs]

I was just going for a fucking drink.

[Son of a bitch. That's all he wanted, damn it.]

[newendyked.livejournal.com]

[Freddy hooks a thumb at Pink.] He acts like he can't do shit without you around.

[Another implication; he guesses Larry got to him first. Was that necessary, Dimick?]

[whitetwoguns]

You know, Pink. He's pulling your chain.

[Eyes on you, weasel. He's trying to save your ass. Fucking take a hint and roll with it, won't you?

Based on this interaction aftermath alone, yeah. He sure did need to get to him first.]

I dunno about you [that's to both of them] but I could go for a drink too.

[He moves on a few more steps.]

Coming?

[Maybe alcohol will be the great equalizer.]

[pinkeffinprofessional]

[Weasel takes a breath]

You sure you still don't want to go?

[Come on, Mr. Orange. Be fucking cool.]

[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.]