[Dated mid-December]
Dec. 1st, 2019 09:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_trashmouthThe very last thing Richie wants to do today is go shopping. But Bev had asked, said she needed help finding stuff, so Richie's there anyway. He could be at the arcade. He could be hanging out with— and maybe even kissing— Regan.
Christmas isn't for weeks, so he doesn't see the point of doing this now when there's still time. But he's tagging along anyway, carrying a few bags for Bev as they head to the next store in the mall that she wants to check out. They don't hang out as much these days as they used to, even now that they go to the same school, and there's a part of him that feels guilty for that. They're Losers, and nothing is supposed to come between them. Not school or new parents or girlfriends or boyfriends.
He wishes they were hanging out at the arcade instead, though.
"I think you've reached your limit on parsels, my good Lady! It may be time to retire for the evening, wot-wot," Richie says, putting on a Voice, if only because he's pretty bored. This sucks.
Christmas isn't for weeks, so he doesn't see the point of doing this now when there's still time. But he's tagging along anyway, carrying a few bags for Bev as they head to the next store in the mall that she wants to check out. They don't hang out as much these days as they used to, even now that they go to the same school, and there's a part of him that feels guilty for that. They're Losers, and nothing is supposed to come between them. Not school or new parents or girlfriends or boyfriends.
He wishes they were hanging out at the arcade instead, though.
"I think you've reached your limit on parsels, my good Lady! It may be time to retire for the evening, wot-wot," Richie says, putting on a Voice, if only because he's pretty bored. This sucks.
