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“Don’t say that. I’ll worry anyway.” Richie had meant for it to be lighthearted, but it came out more serious and he ended up staring at Paul in the eyes.

His gaze soon glanced away, anyway.

“You should do a movie date, but also invite her for dinner. Show off your cooking skills. Women probably like that, seeing skills being shown off. Do you have anything else to show off with? We can rule out muscles immediately.” A finger poked briefly at one of Paul’s arms. “I don’t think muscles even run in the family. Everyone’s horribly skinny or weak. I’m no exception, I’d call myself pretty bone-y and the school mascot suit head is sometimes a bit difficult to hold.” He admitted, with another shrug. “But, back to your love life. You need to do some big grand gesture, show your love! That’s what I’ve seen before. It’s awkward for everyone having to witness, if it’s a public display, but everyone will think it’s cute and put up with it. So. Go for that.”

He listened to his uncle, resting his head slowly on the man’s chest. He could hear the man’s heartbeat, thumping away occasionally. It was rather soothing, he nearly zoned out.

Nearly.

“I don’t see the appeal of religion. I don’t mind it if it’s not in my face, but it seems sort of fake. Awfully fake. I might as well worship Hatsune Miku, she’d be much nicer then any church from what I hear.” He commented idly. “I’m glad only Jerry is into religion, if that turns people crazy. I don’t think I could live with and be around crazy people constantly. I’d go insane myself, which nobody would like.”

Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.

A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.

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The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...

His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.

"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"

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“The corner.” Richie echoed. He wouldn’t be surprised if there was some sort of bugs or maybe a small rat under in his bedroom corner junk pile. But, maybe he’d just overthinking it. There wasn’t actual food scraps, just the food containers that had held food previously. And any other rubbish that didn’t really contain food, too. But maybe there’s some cockroaches under the pile.. He should check that, when he got home. But that’s going to be at least a day or two. He did respect people wanting to be tidy, which Richie did try typically for his own room. It’s just.. Hard, to consistently do all the time and for every little detail. Then, once he neglects a little it gets bad. So he’s contained it to his corner. Better than it being the whole room!

But the knowledge that Paul was essentially giving him the spare room, to have for here? And actually giving him a spare key?

He couldn’t help the excitement and appreciation in his chest. Sure, Richie had a home with his dad.. But he felt seen here, heard by Paul too. Paul wasn’t telling him to become a lawyer when he wanted to pursue other careers, or wasn’t trying to clean up his room without asking. He’s a perfect guy, in his eyes. And he gets a key, which immediately meant the world to Richie. It meant he was welcomed back. Even if he had asked for a key originally.

His body turned, rather laying on but away from Paul, he’s now facing Paul as he’s laying on him. He grinned up at his uncle. “Thank you!” He briefly exclaimed.

Besides, now actually looking at his uncle he could see his expression. Seeing the slight blush from him mentioning Emma. He couldn’t help but lightly stick out his tongue. “You are so in love. You’re so lucky.” It’s a light tease, but he meant well with that. He couldn’t help a small laugh either way. “But, thank you. I don’t know what I’d do if you suddenly started to sing.”

His head briefly turned to the television, noting the film nearly at the end now. How long have they been talking, for that time to pass so easily?

Richie got comfortable anyway, eyes flicking up. “Well. Bullying will have to do for a forty-something. He won’t randomly stop thinking his religion is the best. And—“ He suddenly stopped, a new thought having came to mind. His eyebrows furrowed. “Are you religious? Dad’s not. Not that I know. We don’t own a bible.. Okay, I think we did but Jerry gave it to Dad. So, that doesn’t count.” He cleared his throat momentarily. “But, are you religious? And where did Jerry get his sudden religion-kick from?”

Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.

A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.

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The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...

His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.

"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"

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Richie’s head leaned up, pressing into Paul’s jaw to show that he listened and understood. The other knew him well, which the gesture easily reassured him. “Oh, don’t give me the option of leaving anything here. You’d be saying something totally different if you saw my bedroom corner.” His bedroom corner back home with his pile of rubbish and junk, then his shelves completely cluttered with all kinds of trinkets. Figurines, notes, stuffed papers between mangas, DVDs and CDs.. His little space for actual trinkets too, but could be seen as rubbish. Admittedly his shelves at home haven’t broken under the weight of so many items, which he’s thankful for. “I want to catch more outside of this. Do you think I’d be able to come over more? You gave me your number now. Can I have a key?” He asked, testing if that was too far fetched to ask.

It would be a nice place to hide in, if he needed an escape.

“And, trust me! That’s how people get girls in movies. So it has to work for you.” He insisted. Because movies can’t be wrong. They could never be wrong.

He didn’t imagine his uncle as much of a dancer, and he’s glad to think right. It’s wonderful be correct too, without being belittled. “You can be a horrible dancer. We need more horrible dancers in the world. But, please, never sing. I think the world would be coming to an end if you sang.” And he couldn’t help but laugh at the idea. His Uncle Paul, singing? Really? Oh, of course. That would be a nightmare for everyone. Horrible notes coming from his mouth, being breathless before the end of a song lyric. The visual is hard not to laugh at. And Richie is a man that going to laugh at the idea. “Of course you mention the baristas at Beanies.” He’s heard them plenty of times, when Pete needed a sugar boost. Nothing was wrong with the singing, they weren’t bad. It’s just hard to appreciate their voices when they should be making that drink for Pete, when he’s trying not to pass out from low sugar. He just didn’t connect the barista voices to any good memories, so he didn’t think positively to it.

“They’re okay, I guess.” Was all he commented on.

“And! Forty years old can still be a good bullying age! There’s more points to snag onto and immediately insult. Like.. Age! And wrinkles! Or something?” He shrugged. “He could bald at any time, probably.”

Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.

A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.

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The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...

His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.

"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"

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A small smile peeked on Richie’s lips.

“I wouldn’t just dump them on you and then disappear. That’s not fair on you. You don’t have a big house and you don’t need my stuff cluttering it up. At least permanently.” He couldn’t help but feel a twinge, the need that he should just take the discs back home with him. Don’t even try to keep it at Paul’s. But, he didn’t want to devoid the man of seeing some Studio Ghibli movies for the first time. “I want to come back, too.” He added in a small mumble. “I promise, nobody can resist a good movie from these creators. If I was dating anyone, I’d try to show them that on a first date!”

He really enjoyed talking to Paul, and it came so easy to him. Talking like there’s nothing he couldn’t say. That he could absolutely talk about anything and Paul wouldn’t judge him. Or, at least not much. He felt like they could almost be the same person, or maybe just wish he lucked out and had him as a father instead. “We’ve got a lot to catch-up on, anyway. Not seeing someone for a while.. It’s bound to be a long chat.” And he’ll enjoy every second of it, just like today and whatever the future will hold.

“I don’t think you could dance very well, either. You look like you’ve got two left feet.” Richie admitted. “And you’d sing very poorly. But, everyone in this town is kind of.. Poor, at singing.” Maybe there’s a few stand-outs, vaguely thinking to Ruth. But, he blinked as he continued. “People are stupid, sometimes.”

He stuck out his tongue. “I think Jerry needs someone to bully him, that might change him for the better.”

Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.

A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.

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The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...

His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.

"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"

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“I can lend you the CD, leave the box collection here.” Richie wouldn’t mind leaving it here. Something g of his own, being left at his uncle’s. An excuse to come back more, outside of the occasional of someone organising him to come over. He could do it more naturally, show up whenever he wanted! “They really are amazing films. Definitely worth the rewatch and full attention. Maybe you could watch it with Emma. She’d probably like them too.” He couldn’t help his smile at Paul. “I’m glad someone likes to talk to me. It’s a refreshing change of pace.”

His eyes brightened. Richie always enjoyed a good movie recommendation or a list of films he could be given to do. It would be fun, fantastic even. “Let’s trade recommendations. I’ll give you some, while you figure out what to give me.”

He’d definately avoid recommending any musicals. He actually didn’t mind them, but wasn’t a raving lunatic when discussing them. Also, he distinctly knows that Paul hated them. Which, fair some were weird and shit for a musical, he didn’t discuss musicals around him. Besides he had cooler interests like anime, Japanese culture and films to discuss. Someone else could be a fanatic over a musical. “And, excited to see what you bring to the table. A metaphoric table.”

He enjoyed the squeezing of his shoulder. It kept him well-aware of Paul’s presence, while it not being overbearing. The perfect balance. The comfort.

“Trying to get you to sing hyms? Is he.. Is Jerry stupid? You don’t like that. Or musicals. Or just musicals, but singing is involved so it counts.” Another brief snort of laughter from Richie. “I wonder if the camp councillors get freaky.” He didn’t even think on what he said, embarrassment and self-issued disgust immediately rippled through him. He gave a fake but audible gag, hiding his face in the weighted blanket. “Gross! No! Why did I even say that? Now I’ll try to think of non-gross things!” Even if there’s a brief laugh at the end, out of awkwardness.

Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.

A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.

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The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...

His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.

"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"

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Happy pride month Richie! You know what that means!

- @ineededhelpmakingthis

Happy Pride Month Ruth!

And yet, I don’t know what that means. What, there’s gay maths now..? Gay films..?

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You bothering me won’t make it be completed quicker.

Hey, Shit lips! Are you done with our assignment?

@realjagermeister

Nearly done.

You don’t need to bother me or get in contact. I’ll hand it in when I’m finished...

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I am! I’m doing it!

Hey, Shit lips! Are you done with our assignment?

@realjagermeister

Nearly done.

You don’t need to bother me or get in contact. I’ll hand it in when I’m finished...

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Richie’s cheeks flush up in embarrassment, eyes immediately looking to anywhere that didn’t seem to part of Paul. “Supposed to implies we were trying to watch it.” He mumbled. “We weren’t trying that hard. Or— I’ve seen it so many times. It’s good background sound.” He added, eyes soon glancing vaguely up at Paul. “In my defense, we had just been talking about Legally Blonde. I totally forgot that it was a book, Howl’s Moving Castle. Again, I haven’t read it.” An eyebrow at the mention of it being turned into a musical. He liked most musicals and hell, he hasn’t even seen this adaption, but he couldn’t help pretending to gag at it. “Dad’s a bit dramatic. Stubborn sometimes, too. But that might be another family trait.” He’d hate for that to have gone for longer than a week. He might’ve not been able to see Paul if it did!

“..I don’t mind you getting on a soapbox, though.” He didn’t mind being wrong when he’s around Paul. Richie felt like he actually learned new things and perspectives of life. Or maybe he’s just very impressionable and craved to see other sides without the potential threat of a fist from school if it was considered wrong.

He gave a light snort. “Do what you say, not do as you do.”

Richie shrugged. “I don’t know. The Cain Instinct? General dislike of your relatives? Maybe he sang a song at you and you’ve held a grudge ever since?” He couldn’t help a brief burst of laughter at his own words. “I mean, I really do appreciate it! Glad I didn’t turn out like him. And that I don’t see him often. And that I haven’t gone to that camp of his!” He swiftly added on, not wanting to seem ungrateful for Paul’s objections when he was younger and practically a sponge for any conversation. Or, at least, knowledge in any capacity. “And— And, it got called Abstinence Camp?” Another brief burst of laughter, which he opted to smother himself against a bit of the blanket. After a moment, with some lingering laughter in short bursts, he responded. “What a reputation!”

He settled down slowly once more.

“And, I promise, I’m not going to ask for some dragon meat. Anything will do. I think I’d try anything you’d cook. At least once, anyway. Depends on how bad it turned out.”

Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.

A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.

— [ @overactive-sweat-glands ]

The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...

His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.

"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"

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Ooc: if I may ask, what is Richie? Straight, cis, non binary, bi, agender, etc…

OOC //

I don’t have anything really specific for Richie, at least for the moment. I like to think he’s in that stage of self-discovery and exploration? He’s female-leaning for sure, but could be interested in guys.

Myself and @bunsen-burnout decided that Richie and Peter dated for a week to try it out, but broke up mutually as it wasn’t much different from just being friends. But that’s really the extent of what he’s explored.

If anyone’s interested in shipping, I’m cool with exploring that or developing something for Richie in some way. The only ship I will not do is Michie. Sorry! I don’t see the chemistry between the characters or potential from canon, or without a complete character switch-up on Max mainly.

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Help? How so?

I didn’t think I’m that alone.

Hello Richie.

@clinkoth-yrath

(OOC: HI HELLO!!)

Hello..?

Whose this?

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happy pride month Richie! 🥳 Embrace who you are on the inside🤩

Also…

FUCK CLIVESDALE😆

Thank you! We’ll see if I’m blessed with more women than last year!

Fuck Clivesdale!!

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Hello Richie.

@clinkoth-yrath

(OOC: HI HELLO!!)

Hello..?

Whose this?

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“Oh. Okay then. Well, I hope it all goes well with that?” Richie gave an unsure shrug.

[When Richie comes into work, he sees a familiar face carrying a tray of food to a table. Delphi smiles at him on her way back to the kitchen.]

Hey.

@delphi-sees-all

Richie’s hands are naturally pinching and adjusting the shirt he wore of the uniform, wanting to look good as he stepped into work. His eyes blink around and then focusing on the familiar face, immediately moving to follow her back towards the kitchen.

“Haven’t seen you for a while. How have you been, Delphi?” He gave a small smile, albeit it slightly awkward.

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“He’s coming back? Why?”

[When Richie comes into work, he sees a familiar face carrying a tray of food to a table. Delphi smiles at him on her way back to the kitchen.]

Hey.

@delphi-sees-all

Richie’s hands are naturally pinching and adjusting the shirt he wore of the uniform, wanting to look good as he stepped into work. His eyes blink around and then focusing on the familiar face, immediately moving to follow her back towards the kitchen.

“Haven’t seen you for a while. How have you been, Delphi?” He gave a small smile, albeit it slightly awkward.

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“California..? I don’t tree the appeal. There’s no rain there. It’s just so dry, both weather and in the air. I could imagine—“ Richie then stopped, blinking at her. “Sorry. I don’t mean to complain. How do you feel about him leaving?”

[When Richie comes into work, he sees a familiar face carrying a tray of food to a table. Delphi smiles at him on her way back to the kitchen.]

Hey.

@delphi-sees-all

Richie’s hands are naturally pinching and adjusting the shirt he wore of the uniform, wanting to look good as he stepped into work. His eyes blink around and then focusing on the familiar face, immediately moving to follow her back towards the kitchen.

“Haven’t seen you for a while. How have you been, Delphi?” He gave a small smile, albeit it slightly awkward.

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“Oh, that would be awful.” Richie mumbled out in response. “Your brother.. Yeesh. Where did he move to? Hopefully not Clivesdale! That would be pretty shit.”

[When Richie comes into work, he sees a familiar face carrying a tray of food to a table. Delphi smiles at him on her way back to the kitchen.]

Hey.

@delphi-sees-all

Richie’s hands are naturally pinching and adjusting the shirt he wore of the uniform, wanting to look good as he stepped into work. His eyes blink around and then focusing on the familiar face, immediately moving to follow her back towards the kitchen.

“Haven’t seen you for a while. How have you been, Delphi?” He gave a small smile, albeit it slightly awkward.