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Tweak says, "Dancia-wut wuld ur prnts think"

Richie Trashmouth Tozier (trashmouthloser) wrote in snapthread,
@ 2020-02-09 18:26:00

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dan torrance, richie tozier

WHO: Richie Tozier, Dan Torrance
WHAT: Checking for evil space stuff.
WHERE: Dan’s House.
WHEN: Sunday, Feb. 9th

Richie did not want to be doing this. He really, really didn’t. But Beverly was right - the longer he did nothing about it, the worse things were probably going to get. The fucked up dreams of things that might be (or might not! Who the fuck knew!) weren’t really letting up and Richie was more stressed than not lately. Which didn’t help with much of anything, including: headaches going on migraines, Beverly frowning at him over having lost weight, and Eddie giving him sad, scrutinizing looks recently.

He didn’t care for any of those things, obviously, but the last one was probably the worst. It was why he hadn’t said anything in the first place.

The point was, just because he didn’t want to focus on his own fucked up issues, didn’t mean that he wasn’t going to. So, here he was on Dan’s doorstep, two cups iced coffee in hand, even though it was still balls cold out, and a wary, pinched expression on his face. His hands were full so he just kind of… kicked the door awkwardly to knock on it. Even though he sort of already knew Dan was up and crossing the room to answer the door even without Richie needing to knock. Psychic shit, and all.

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doctoring
2020-02-13 01:39 am UTC (link)

Dan sort of expected Richie to slump a little, to give into the desire for sleep - he needed the rest, the replenishment. "Your mind, it's been through a lot," he said. "A nap might be good. Here - " He pushed his chair back, extending his hand to help Richie up. Be support, in a few ways. "Just come with me."

His room wasn't anything special yet but he had a bed, a dresser to hold those new clothes he'd gotten - some were hanging in the closet too - and he made sure Richie was comfortable before he pulled the curtains closed, casting the room in darkness. "I'll be downstairs," he promised, then added, sleep - pulling the curtains closed in Richie's mind too, lights out.

Not permanently, of course. But he'd wake up feeling refreshed - in the meantime, Dan would just do some reading. Books were always reliable, solid company for him. Some things would never change.

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