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Tweak says, "Furry little problem."

Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2020-02-01 18:31:00

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dan torrance, richie tozier

WHO: Dan Torrance and Richie Tozier
WHAT: A comprehensive tour of Starklandia and beyond.
WHERE: COFFEE, to start
WHEN: Noon, when they agreed upon.

Richie was feeling better than he had in — er, well. A week or so, probably. He was done being basically attached by the hip to Steve. Who, while being one of the hottest and kindest and most ridiculously ab-ed people in town that deserved a lot of respect and equal parts kindness, was not who Richie would have chosen to spend an entire week with. He liked Steve, quite a lot and had since his own arrival in this strange town when Steve had found him bleeding and crying like an overwhelmed idiot in the courtyard and taken him home and offered him a shower, a hot meal and a bed.

But he didn’t want to sleep with Steve. That was the thing.

So anyway, now that he’d spent about a day with the person he did want to sleep with, he was in much better humor. Not that Richie Tozier was ever in poor humor, to be fair. If you squinted enough (which he did, pretty much constantly) everything was funny pretty much all the time.

He showed up more or less on time — having only been a little distracted by mostly nothing on the way, and glanced around the shop, offering Dan a bright smile when he spotted him. They’d never met in person, but when a town only had a handful of people in it, it wasn’t hard to spot out the new ones. “Well, if it isn’t my biggest fan.” Or, well, only fan, at this point.

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trashmouthloser
2020-02-06 01:08 am UTC (link)

Sure, yeah, Richie had seen some episodes of Stargate while trying to sleep too, back in the day. But that didn't mean he really knew shit about anything in this regard. He'd had some bad experiences with the doors and some good ones and even a few mediocre ones. But it was all just travel. There was no real explaining it or getting it to work for him, so far as he could tell.

Even though sometimes he felt like he was just picking the right door for what he needed. Not always, but sometimes.

"Of what?" Richie asked, trying to deny the concept. Because denial was better, right? Accepting he had a problem was exactly fucking that -- a problem. This wasn't some twelve step.

Still. If Richie refused now, Beverly would have his ass. That was just fact. "Yeah. Maybe."

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doctoring
2020-02-06 01:16 am UTC (link)

Just think, if Richie got really good at this premonition thing (though Dan had looked into the future before and knew it was a tricky thing), maybe he could more accurately tell people what doors to pick for what they needed. That way it wasn't as much of a guessing game - but at any rate, Dan wouldn't put the cart before the horse. The guy seemed pretty in denial - it wasn't just a river that flowed through Egypt.

"Alright, well, let me know," he nodded, sliding his cup toward him - it was empty, so he'd do the owner a solid and return it, save him a trip from coming all the way out to the table to collect it. "I'm not going anywhere. Probably."

There was a twinkle in his eye that said he was kidding, but hey. You never could tell, right?

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trashmouthloser
2020-02-06 01:28 am UTC (link)

No. Denial was also a forest in Norway. Or something. Richie wasn't going to get into it this second, he had enough shit on his plate. His plate doth runneth over with shit. It was a thing.

"No, I suppose you aren't," Richie said, squinting a little. He didn't know for sure. No one knew for sure. But Dan sort of seemed like he'd be sticking around. Not that there was a type. But sometimes it felt like there was. He had no fucking idea what he was thinking about, so he pushed his cup toward Dan too, because why make that extra trip.

"I'll text you," he decided. He'd talk to Bev about it first, because she was his person when it came to all this shit. She'd know what to do. Or at least what to make Richie do -- which was really just giving Richie the opinion that he was interested in hearing.

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