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Tweak says, "Driver picks the music"

Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2019-11-21 16:23:00

Entry tags:

dick grayson, richie tozier

Who: Dick-squared
What: Richie is a man on a mission.
Where: Through the doors.
When: November 21st

As promised, Richie had picked up Dick and they’d headed over to the Doom Doors — possible list of questions in Dick’s possession, and an already unwrapped twinkie in Richie’s. Well, and a mental list of things he needed. And his credit card, which he hoped like hell would work wherever they ended up because he was good for it, in terms of money, so long as they ended up in modern-day America.

It’d taken some time. To find a door that looked reasonable. A lot of opening and closing and being absolutely scared shitless of dark caverns and space, underwater and a really notable one that looked a little bit like it was pulled from the illustrations of a book on Dante’s Inferno.

But they found something. It looked about the same in terms of season, and might very well have been a place that was Chicago adjacent and Richie felt pretty good with it. So they walked through, and to his immense delight, the scenery stayed the same as what was advertised.

“Thanks for coming with,” Richie said, feeling a bit more at ease when he was actually in the street, all the traffic felt very normal, and the drivers all seemed human. Even still, it was probably best to have his guard up, at least a little.

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ohboywonder
2019-12-16 10:04 pm UTC (link)

Though he wasn't applying for sainthood, Dick was definitely honored that Richie wanted him to be there with him to help pick out something that was so important. It didn't actually matter what sort of ring it was; whether it was bedazzled in diamond studs or just a plain band. From what Dick knew about Eddie he didn't think he'd be overly concerned about karats or anything like that. It was the meaning behind the ring and what it symbolized that really mattered and he was really humbled that Richie felt comfortable enough around him to want him there. He wasn't going to blather on about it or draw attention to that; they both kinda knew.

"Well, it does sound cool," he said. "I'm gonna have to see if I can find a place through the doors that'll make some embroidered hand towels for your house that says the Toziers. If you think I'm kidding wait til you open your wedding present." Dick watched as Richie weighed his options quite literally in his hand. He knew full well it was entirely possible to think too much about this but he also didn't want Richie to have any regrets about what he ended up buying so it was best to go through all the rings and see what he thought was best. "What do you think, man?"

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trashmouthloser
2019-12-17 02:35 am UTC (link)

Even for someone who talked constantly, there were always just some things that needn't be said out loud. This was kind of one of those things -- just a solid sort of friendship that had happened and was and the how and why of it was like -- who needed to bring it up?

"God," Richie said, laughing at the idea of embroidered hand towels (or hand towels at all -- come on, he'd been a bachelor for the entirety of his life, and he wasn't fooling anyone - he'd never had a hand towel.) "You know, it means more if you do it yourself. Everyone likes a hand-made embroidered towel." The fuck was he on about?

He considered the rings for a moment, discarded one back onto the glass countertop and then examined the other two. "Okay," he said after a beat. "This one. I think this is it." It had a stone, but it was small and set inside the ring instead of on top. Richie sort of thought the tension setting was meaningful, but wasn't good enough at saying genuine things to really figure out why. It just kinda reminded him of Eddie. "I just need it engraved and then -- yeah." He paused, a little surprised. "Wow. Holy shit, this is happening."

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ohboywonder
2019-12-17 07:33 pm UTC (link)

Dick was grateful for their friendship. He hadn't had a lot of that back home, not really. It was nice to have someone in his life he could just be around and know they were friends. He'd have Richie's back, and he knew it would be returned. Loyalty, friendship, someone who wasn't tainted by Gotham's clusterfuck of darkness. Richie had his own fair share of issues and there'd been some sort of killer clown involved. They were both kind of messes but it worked. Yeah. He liked this.

"You're gonna regret making that suggestion," Dick said with a little smirk. God, if he tried to embroider something he'd probably end up sewing it to himself or something. Maybe Barbara could do it. "It'll probably just be a cloth with something drawn on it in sharpie."

Getting down to business, he could tell that Richie was on the cusp of a decision. "Hey, look at you go," he said, and gave him a pat on the back. "You did it. Now you can breathe again. The next part is all about you and Eddie. That should be easier, right? Just telling him how you feel."

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trashmouthloser
2019-12-18 09:23 pm UTC (link)

"I regret no suggestion I have ever made since the beginning of time," Richie corrected -- and it was Very Not True, but in this moment he was sticking to his guns, standing by the point he made. Not just because it would be hilarious, but mostly because, yeah, it'd be hilarious.

Richie'd always liked a good inside joke, too. So if he was ever awarded a hand towel with his last name written on it, he'd think it was fucking hilarious and Eddie most likely would not. Even better.

Richie all but slammed his credit card on the counter and then told the woman behind it what size he needed and what he wanted engraved into the inside of the ring, begged it all to be done on a rush job because he, like, really needed it today. They could go somewhere else while they waited - Richie had to get his cover story sweaters still, after all. "He knows," Richie said, of telling Eddie how he felt. At least, he assumed he knew. They'd talked about it a little. This whole thing. Maybe he needed something more grand. More well spoken. Richie didn't really know. He'd figure it out.

"That was rough," he said after a beat. "Let me buy you lunch."

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ohboywonder
2019-12-20 02:59 pm UTC (link)

Dick had to laugh at that, though he did actually hope it was true that Richie lived without regrets. What a wonderful concept that would be. But rather than be serious about that, he just laughed because yeah, it'd be funny.

Having a bit of an inside joke with Richie, well, that'd be great too. They were already friends, had some weird bond where Dick was an older brother even though he was considerably younger and it just worked. Throw in some really awful hand towels and that pretty much solidified their friendship or life.

It was definitely going to happen, now.

A sincere smile spread across his lips when Richie said that Eddie knew. Well, sure. Of course he did. It was probably one of those things, where even if they didn't say enough, they did actually say everything. Dick got that. He knew what it was like. He and Babs had a bit of an understanding like that, too.

"You're buying? Well shit, I'm getting cheese fries." He did that hair ruffle thing he'd started when Richie was a kid only it was a lot more comical these days since Dick kind of had to have go-go-Gadget arms to do it now that he was really fucking tall. "Good work today, man. It's all gonna turn out great."

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trashmouthloser
2019-12-25 09:50 pm UTC (link)

It all was going to turn out great. Richie, now that he'd chosen, put money down and really dug into the idea was excited as much as he was nervous and he believed only good things were in his future. Or hoped it, anyway.

"Cheese fries. Wow, livin' big there, Dick." The hair ruffling was -- funny actually. Richie went a little pink over it but then ended up laughing anyway because god, they must have looked a sight - this young dude mussing up Richie's hair like he was the kid in the equation.

Well. He sort of was. But only by matters of circumstance. That was a thing. And not something Richie'd soon forget. "I'll spring for a burger too, if you're into it."

(end? yes?)

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