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[The writing is a little spidery, but without the odd stops and starts of the first time he did this.]

Question. This is an easy one. Any tips for getting spray paint off car windows? And leather? And cars in general? Should I just write this off as a huge 'fuck you' from forces very much known and not waste my time with trying? All suggestions welcome.

Assuming this isn't a write-off, if anyone knows a guy, or knows someone who knows a guy who does vehicle repairs, do me a solid and hook me up. Last time I took it into a shop they swiped the change out of the ashtray.

[No, that's not really the reason that he doesn't want to take it to a non-numbered mechanic.]

[Private to Anthony Sparado]
Hey, kid, can you watch the house while I head out for an hour or two? Invite Dirk or L over if you want.

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[At this point Tony was far too distracted by what was happening because Richard was quite right, no one was meant to bend that way. His head tilted to the side, and expression thoroughly in the realm of 'what the hell is happening here?'

That is right until he realizes poor L is having some kind of anti-germ fit.]

Woah, shit- L what are you doing?

[Seriously L don't drink that that's gross. Probably won't kill you, but it's still gross.]

Geeze, it's just a porn, dude, nothing to get all worked up over.

[If Richard really wants to push or take the hand sanitizer away from L, it wouldn't be too difficult; with just a thumb and forefinger operating on each hand, it's very tough for him hold anything particularly tightly. Clearly, a lot about this situation is tough for him; it goes beyond silly awkwardness and into something a little more extreme.]

Nothing is wrong with me...

[The saddest lie, one that he habitually hopes the most that people will believe about him. It's also the hope that's most frequently killed before it can grow too strong.]

I don't watch movies like this. It was my last intention to bring it here... and it's Purell, it's just hand sanitizer, and it's clean and I need to get clean...

[An effort to modulate his voice is in effect, because to allow it to become frantic would be to allow everyone present to see just how much control he has lost by merit of watching Brittany and Tiffany fucking without a care in the world. They carry none in their ridiculous universe, and L carries more than his fair share.]

[He does take it, in fact, because right now he doesn't trust L not to try and chug the bottle.]

Tony, turn that off.

[Richard gives the bottle a glance over.] 'For external use only'. [He reads off the back, clearing his throat.]

If I thought you'd go I'd take you to the fucking hospital right now.

[Tony was already reaching for the remote when Richard spoke up, as he'd had the same idea. That was more than enough of Brittany and Tiffany's antics, thank you. With a click off went the television and Tony moved to go investigate the source of the problem.]

Well there's the culprit. [He holds up the DVD.] The title's only half-right. Might wanna have a word with the movie rental place when you return this.

[Anthony wasn't really sure what to make of L's freak out. He was worried, definitely, didn't want the guy getting sick from drinking that stuff. But why was he so bent out of shape in the first place. He placed the DVD back in its case.]

It was just a mistake, dude, don't worry about it. Besides, so what if you watch that stuff? No harm in it.

[It's possibly even more uncomfortable than watching the porn movie to be the center of attention like this, but doing incredibly weird things tends to get attention. L should really learn that at some point.]

It's just hand sanitizer.

[He seems utterly confused that this is even a thing. Maybe he should have left that useful trick back in rehab, where he'd learned it. He sees it as harmless, but porn, unfortunately, is kind of a different story. He is, as anyone who's interacted with him on a regular basis might know, a touch repressed.]

You're really not upset? I was worried you were considering filing a harassment lawsuit...

[He seems calmer now that it's off. A lot less tense, anyway.]

So... you and Richard like movies like this...? If you were enjoying it I'm sorry I spoiled the experience.

There's the fucking operative word, L. Hand sanitiser.

[He'll just.. be putting it somewhere out of L's reach for now. Only a few paces away, so when he returns he leans against the back of the sofa again and almost laughs at the suggestion.]

Nothin' wrong with movies like that. I know Tony ain't eighteen but he's old enough to know that kind of shit ain't real life and that's all I care about.

[Unaware, right at that moment, that he sounds very much like a parent he claps one hand down on Tony's shoulder and squeezes lightly.] Ain't fun if someone needs to be drinking fucking Purell to sit in the same room, though. Seriously, man. Don't worry about it. Honest mistake.

[A touch repressed? And water is a little damp. Tony just lets out a huff of air through his nose, shaking his head in disbelief. L please.]

Pfeh, naw, man, why would I do that?

[Though he is extremely thrown off guard by the pat on his shoulder and it takes a few moments to regain himself from that unusual display of fatherly affection. Tony just sort of blinks at Richard in bafflement, the barest hint of an awkward smile tugging at his lips, what just happened there? Then shakes himself a little, focusing back on the conversation at hand.]

Like he said, honest mistake. Really, don't sweat it.

[L sighs as the hand sanitizer is placed, for the moment, out of his reach. Despite feeling it's harmless to take a hit every now and then off of it, like a thrilling little way to cheat the system and get a buzz worthy of being called a true coping mechanism, he can't deny that it's kind of pathetic in the real world.

There are a few things pathetic about this picture, and L is well aware of it.]

As someone older than you, and your employer, it's highly inappropriate. So... if we could keep this just between us, I'd be... appreciative.

[He stands, padding over to the television to retrieve the DVD that Tony's already put back in the case.]

[The way Richard figures it, there's a reason that stuff says 'external use only' and he's spent enough time around people who would happily use glue sticks and hairspray to get out of their heads for a while (and been one of them, for a while) to get reasonably on edge when someone seems to be displaying the same kinds of tenancies.

He watches L with a faint frown and small twist of his lips, but decides on saying nothing about that.]

No one's gonna be hearing about it from me.

[If you wanted a buzz, why not just ask for a beer? Fortunately L is in the company of people who won't call him out on anything pathetic, but they will stop him from doing something potentially harmful to himself.]

Don't worry about it, not like I'm gonna go spreading it around or anything.

[He's not the type to cause trouble, and he's really not particularly sensitive. Honest mistake, L wouldn't have done something intentionally creepy. Accidental maybe but this was more humorous than creepy.]

That's... really all I'm asking for. Thank you.

[His gratitude, like most of what he offers or displays, is pretty awkward. He holds the video close to his chest.]

So... if it's all set, and house-sitting isn't needed anymore, I should probably take this back. Thank you for the company...

[He's not going to kick the guy out, but.. inviting him to stay might just be the tipping point to the situation. Instead, he smiles and gives a casual little nod.]

Sure, man. I'll show you out.

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