Richie | Stan
"No, I guess we never had a hand grenade phase," Richie said, a little on the unnerved side because yeah, that was pretty fucked actually. "We did have a rock war though, I'll have you remember." Richie had been the only one who'd taken a rock to the head that day, but it'd been worth it. And at the time, Stan certainly hadn't been telling them no. He'd joined in, same as the rest of the Losers.
"I think this is a little less active for Steve," Richie said with a grimace, although it was mostly fond. "I might keep it up though. It's kinda, you know. Maybe a good sore, I guess." And it was maybe a nice way to get some energy out, considering how small this place was. "Can you imagine?" He asked, wonder in his tone, "Me? Meditating? The world would explode. Or maybe just my head." Sitting still, being quiet and not thinking about anything was not something Richie would ever be able to manage.