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outdistanced) wrote2025-02-10 06:43 pm
outdistanced) wrote2025-02-10 06:43 pmEntry tags:
turbo heaven 🌼 richie
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outdistanced) wrote2025-02-10 06:43 pm
week 1, thursday
he's gonna let the four of them have some time to be looked over by people who are actually useful in literally any way. later, though, he'll hesitantly come up to chat, like he's not sure if he should leave it for another day or not. ]
Mr. Tozier... What happened to you guys?
[ trying not to stare at where his arm should be... failing. ]
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Even if he's very confused. Richie is posted up in a bed he's been told is his own, shelves full of records that feel and don't feel like they should be here. And he takes a moment looking at this young kid. Two-toned hair and face drawn with fright, can't keep his eyes off his empty shoulder.
He frowns, brows furrowing as he tries to make a name click.]
...Spotify?
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What? You... You want music?
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[He holds his head and winces his eyes shut. Taking a long breath.]
...I know your name. I know I do.
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[ he's trying not to be kind of hurt by that, even if richie just often calls him "kid" or some such - but it's hard not to be. ouch. ]
Laurence. Like... the laurels?
[ gestures to the laurels he has on his head, made of vines and small flowers that are currently a terrifyingly vivid yellow. meanwhile the vines around his throat and wrists are tightening a bit. ]
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[it comes as a snap of surprise. Moments before he even glances over to the laurels (some kind of fucked up thing in the air this week), taking a deep breath and blinking himself back. Settling again. More focused now, he hopes.]
Laurence. I'm...it's really hard to figure out where I'm supposed to be. Sorry.
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[ sorry he's! confused!! ]
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[He looks particularly pained by the notion. Then, in a tight voice he tries his best to clear:]
Yeah. Heaven. Close as we can get to it yet, huh?
[...]
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
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I'm fine, Mr. Tozier. You're the one who's...
[ glances at his shoulder and quickly looks away again, the vines around his neck and wrists squeezing a little tighter. he doesn't want to say it. ]
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[JOKES. Sweet refuge. Though he frowns at the vines, making a gesture at the tug.]
No way you can make those ease up? It looks uncomfortable. [Then, a touch quieter.] I'll be all right. I know it looks bad, but the gang patched me up pretty good. I'll just take 'er easy a while. Get used to half a set of digits.
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At least you aren't a skeleton...? [ the worst "silver lining" in the world.
laurence reaches for the vines around his neck, trying to tug them a little looser but they don't budge much. ] I... don't really control them.
We need a real infirmary if we can all get hurt like this. The stuff at the store doesn't really cut it. [ band-aids? for a missing arm? at least laurence does look a little reassured that richie is acknowledging it, and not pretending he's perfectly fine. at least the others have done their job taking care of him. ] If... you need painkillers or something. Let me know. I can't do much, but I can do that.