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.]
so richie's not escaping SHIT, he is absolutely getting tackled to the floor like a wild animal. dan is going for a real meaty bite of that shoulder. he isn't making this sound, but the whole thing feels just like this. ]
[THIS IS THE WORST DAY OF HIS LIFE AND HE HAD TO FIGHT A SEWER CLOWN.
Look he is just so average, he has no natural defenses. He goes down with an ungainly yelp, only just getting an arm out to break the fall before it breaks his face. His glasses fly off and scatter (son of a BITCH) and Richie is suddenly filled with a fury he hasn't felt since grade school.
Dan can go for his shoulder but Richie is punching him in the head.
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FUCK.
He connects his fist with that teenage temple but he doesn't dissuade the bite.]
[ the thing is, richie might just be average, but this guy is in a frail sickly body that weighs as much as a wet chihuahua. he just makes up for it with absolute viciousness. and a good roll.
that said, the punch to the head is enough to rattle him. he stops biting, mostly so he can yelp in shock ]
man i haven't uploaded enough angry icons for this
[ well he was going to be calm but the snatching sets him off again so he elbows one arm off him while grabbing the other arm's wrist and gripping it as tight as he can. ]
[Also wow. Richie huffs, coming to his feet and dusting himself off. He does see a glasses-shaped smear nearby, but his first instinct is still to extend a hand to the kid.]
[Richie's literal thoughts for this is just "oh my god." Look he's used to KISS fans and the Cure, Twisted Sister and the like. It's just. So funny. This small, angry child trying to look so big and so bad.
Nonchalantly slings this down the shelf as if sliding a pint of ale down a bar counter.]
Since you're so into teeth.
[He'll check out some normal shit over here thank you very much.]
Anyone ever told you you're a shoe-in for a Colgate commercial? [He flicks an eye over the array. Hopefully his roommate's got an open mind.] Thinking about redecorating, are you?
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w0, monday
there's no one around and your phone is off
out of the corner of your eye, you spot him...
he's following you, about thirty feet back
he gets down on all fours and breaks into a sprint
HE'S GAINING ON YOU ]
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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?!
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so richie's not escaping SHIT, he is absolutely getting tackled to the floor like a wild animal. dan is going for a real meaty bite of that shoulder. he isn't making this sound, but the whole thing feels just like this. ]
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Look he is just so average, he has no natural defenses. He goes down with an ungainly yelp, only just getting an arm out to break the fall before it breaks his face. His glasses fly off and scatter (son of a BITCH) and Richie is suddenly filled with a fury he hasn't felt since grade school.
Dan can go for his shoulder but Richie is punching him in the head.
{9}
FUCK.
He connects his fist with that teenage temple but he doesn't dissuade the bite.]
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that said, the punch to the head is enough to rattle him. he stops biting, mostly so he can yelp in shock ]
man i haven't uploaded enough angry icons for this
Richie will immediately wrest himself as loose as he can and snatch this angry nugget by the shoulders, livid as all hell.]
What the hell is wrong with you?
[BOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]
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Get your hands off me!
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You tackled me. You tried to get your teeth in my shoulder.
[He doesn't get to be indignant??
But he'll release him, with a light push in a bid for freedom. He wants to have faith this is some incredible misunderstanding, because WHAT.]
What's gotten into you?
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[Deadpanning. Please child. There must be more to it than that, especially considering the batshit approach.
He cards a hand through his hair and squints around.]
You see where my glasses ended up?
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[ the real answer is he had the bite drink but he's also just the kind of person who does personally believe this
anyway he is completely unbothered about richie's missing glasses ]
Nope. [ pops the p ]
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[Also wow. Richie huffs, coming to his feet and dusting himself off. He does see a glasses-shaped smear nearby, but his first instinct is still to extend a hand to the kid.]
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[ SLAPS HIS HAND AWAY and gets up by himself! he doesn't need your help!!!! ]
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specifically, some fucking creepy ass mugs. ]
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Nonchalantly slings this down the shelf as if sliding a pint of ale down a bar counter.]
Since you're so into teeth.
[He'll check out some normal shit over here thank you very much.]
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Huh. Not bad.
[ grins and shows off fangs. how's that for teeth, buddy? ]
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Anyone ever told you you're a shoe-in for a Colgate commercial? [He flicks an eye over the array. Hopefully his roommate's got an open mind.] Thinking about redecorating, are you?
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