anyway Richie is just a regular fucking guy with regular fucking expectations, especially when it comes to public decorum. He's minding his own damn business before that innate sixth sense we all share kicks off, telling him there might be someone behind him. He glances back briefly.
Then whips his head back again.]
Hey, what —
[Shit is he coming at him on all-fours?
He blanches, skittering back before turning into a full 100 meter dash of his own. Will he make it? Remember, he is Just A DJ.]
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anyway Richie is just a regular fucking guy with regular fucking expectations, especially when it comes to public decorum. He's minding his own damn business before that innate sixth sense we all share kicks off, telling him there might be someone behind him. He glances back briefly.
Then whips his head back again.]
Hey, what —
[Shit is he coming at him on all-fours?
He blanches, skittering back before turning into a full 100 meter dash of his own. Will he make it? Remember, he is Just A DJ.]
What the fuck?!