#livedtough: larry

[kitstellation]

@livedtough for Larry 🩷

There’s a red-and-pink cat, with two antennae between their ears, stretching on hind legs to take a sniff of a beautiful white orchid, one in a sea of a small garden set up. It smells better, they’ve always thought, when they’re in telefeloid-form. So while they could be crouched here, humanoid and soaking in sun through skin, they instead swallow it through fur, twitching cool nose outstretched to attempt to sniff as deeply as possible. Orchids have a light smell, they know — but it’s sharper now, on four legs. Oh... there it is! Their tail swishes in interest...

[bluestmoons]

@livedtough for larry

“O— oh—-...”

A strangled noise falls from Eric as his body collides, horribly, with that of a person that had been passing him, oppositely. Really, this past, well, while, Eric’s been preoccupied — not that he hasn’t always been — head up in the clouds, Carlotta would cluck, were she here.

This was important, he was told. This experience, this work; this was necessary for the country, and important for him, as a man, too; but, gosh, the whole idea of fighting in some war, giving away his life to violence, was a little... well... He was wrestling with it, alright? It may’ve been a bit since he’d entered the corps, but he was still struggling with the thought that this is where he was meant to be. Behind a gun, on the ground. Thrown into a—...

... Wait! He’d just knocked into someone, hadn’t he?

He refocuses; there, now covered in the gruel he’d grabbed from the mess hall, was a superior. He grimaces, cringes visibly. They have one of those stoic-looking faces, too...

“... Geez...”

The harshest curse he’d utter.

“I, uh... s—sorry, sir... I’ll, uh...” He picks up a napkin from his tray and starts dabbing at his superior’s shirt. “Let me just...”

[quantumstarpaths]

i dont suppose any of you write d.oom p.atrol do you

[beginagaiin]

‘ it’s fine. i’ll take the floor. ’ from larry :3

「   RP MEME :    ONLY ONE BED .   」

“I don’t even sleep anymore. Your chivalry is for nothing.” Bobbie stood up from the bed and then gestured to it. “I can just….” Dissociate and stand at the end of the bed for eight hours. He ran a hand through his hair and shrugged. “… hang out.”

[the-trainors]

He shouldn't be doing this. Paul was absolutely clear about how he felt about Larry Trainor. The bullet wound Dex suffered was clear, and the agents at the hospital when Larry tried to visit was clear. Toby got nightmares after that day, and jumped often at loud noises for a while. Paul blamed Larry for all of this, but Dex knew that his dad was the one who called the agents. And they were the ones that shot Dex, endangered Toby. Toby would have gotten hurt, maybe killed, if Larry's friend hadn't protected him.

Since Uncle Gary's death he's thought a lot about his conspiracy theories. His and Grandma Sheryl's. Although Gary wasn't sure of his father's love for him, if his father was ever proud of him, Dex knew they never suspected he was willingly involved in these conspiracies. He must have been taken. And Dex wants to know the truth. He can't get much out of the Bureau, even with his father's new connections to them. And frankly, he doesn't want to. They scare him. They say that Larry should scare him, but besides the radiation blocked by narrow bandages, he seemed nice. Kind. Hesitant and unsure, cautious... Can you really blame him? Dex thought maybe Larry Trainor deserved a chance... At least a chance to explain. A chance to know family. So that's how he found himself dialing the number he's really hoping is for that mysterious manor his grandfather lives in, what little information he's been able to track down.

( @livedtough )