08-30-2018, 01:00 AM
Larry might have said something that offended. In truth, it was just his initial thoughts coming forth without an appropriate filter. That meant he could have said a lot of things on a much more blunt manner.
“It’s a bad thing, yea,” he continued. “But you weren’t in the wrong either. You saved your family and did what you had to do. Does it ever play out in your mind about how...what...could have happened if you didn’t? Don’t like the cops here forgive for self defense?”
Granted, the body was taken away without a second thought, Larry felt and thought Aryin shouldn’t be ashamed of doing it. Maybe that was just the mob part of him talking though. He really could not help himself but to casually run his fingers across Aryin’s hand, thinking of the brutal nature thahblied underneath. The fact that Aryin had not once stopped him painted a revelation to Larry.
“Your family loves you though. Maybe a part of them can forgive your uh, life choices. What works for them doesn’t exactly have to work for you, huh?”
It was an innuendo, of course. One that Larry needed. Aryin was clearly tenting his jeans and Larry’s heart raced for a bit. This is what he wanted though, right? To see inside of Aryin’s world and try to find a way up to the top?
“I have a feeling you’ve been trying to flex your muscles around me all night,” he chuckled with a smirk. “Was that why you were following me?”
Of course he had known. That was not his first rodeo in someone tailing him, after all. If not for parkour, some of them might have caught Larry. Larry was at a family function however. He had a reason to let his guard down.
“Maybe somewhere more...private...” he inquired. Larry still felt rather nervous about this situation, but perhaps the liquor fueled his curiosity here. “I could imagine Chef Piras might come down here eventually.”
They were in the cellar after all, which was directly under the kitchen.
“It’s a bad thing, yea,” he continued. “But you weren’t in the wrong either. You saved your family and did what you had to do. Does it ever play out in your mind about how...what...could have happened if you didn’t? Don’t like the cops here forgive for self defense?”
Granted, the body was taken away without a second thought, Larry felt and thought Aryin shouldn’t be ashamed of doing it. Maybe that was just the mob part of him talking though. He really could not help himself but to casually run his fingers across Aryin’s hand, thinking of the brutal nature thahblied underneath. The fact that Aryin had not once stopped him painted a revelation to Larry.
“Your family loves you though. Maybe a part of them can forgive your uh, life choices. What works for them doesn’t exactly have to work for you, huh?”
It was an innuendo, of course. One that Larry needed. Aryin was clearly tenting his jeans and Larry’s heart raced for a bit. This is what he wanted though, right? To see inside of Aryin’s world and try to find a way up to the top?
“I have a feeling you’ve been trying to flex your muscles around me all night,” he chuckled with a smirk. “Was that why you were following me?”
Of course he had known. That was not his first rodeo in someone tailing him, after all. If not for parkour, some of them might have caught Larry. Larry was at a family function however. He had a reason to let his guard down.
“Maybe somewhere more...private...” he inquired. Larry still felt rather nervous about this situation, but perhaps the liquor fueled his curiosity here. “I could imagine Chef Piras might come down here eventually.”
They were in the cellar after all, which was directly under the kitchen.