pc ♠ richie

[fried]

d'you like furries

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[gutterbound]

What about JQ?

[Which is what he's going to default to without interference.]

Name's Rich. Rich Tozier.

[He salutes him with with the spoon, military style.]

I'm going in.

[First slurp............]

[fried]

That's acceptable.

[ he really doesn't care what people call him as long as it's not like, shithead or something. ]

It's a pleasure, Mister Tozier. [ defaults to polite!! and good luck. enjoy that slurp, it's spicy as hell. jiaoqiu huffs a laugh at the little salute. ]

Well?

[ whatcha think. he's not a bad cook! in fact, the food is probably pretty good, it's just like getting punched with chili flakes. ]

[gutterbound]

[thats so real honestly.

Meanwhile Richie does about half the brittany broski kombucha meme before swallowing thickly and blowing out a huge breath. He whaps a hand on the counter and suddenly, his voice changes completely.]

Laaawd, have mercy! Ah say, ah say, this here boy tryin' to kill me with the devil's own flames, yessir! From the gates of hell straight to these here tonsils, this baby's gonna burn right up!

[It's less impression than it is wholesale transformation, like he'd shoved a little southern colonel down his throat and let him do the talking.

Richie smacks his lips and wipes the corner of his mouth. Normally now.]

It's delicious. You got a glass of water?

[fried]

[ HELP this is not the reaction he's expecting at all, and his tail floofs a little, but after a second he just - laughs? my god. ]

I do. What on earth was that? [ sir your southern colonel vore

brings him water. ]

[gutterbound]

Colonel Buford Kissdrivel.

[lore drop he really ate a tiny nouveau riche Alabamian.

Richie takes the water, nodding in thanks.]

I work in radio. Doing voices is part of the bit. What are you? Private chef to the king of masochists?

[fried]

Quite the name. That was impressive.

[ a little huff. ]

I'm a healer - but since food features so prominently in my discipline, I suppose you can call me a chef.

[gutterbound]

Subtlety is for satire. [He smiles.] And thank you. So was the stew, really, but I can see why most guys pass on it. I don't know that I could finish a bowl myself.

You are? Huh. [If he'd said doctor he'd have a hard time buying it, but healer is a bent that just fits right. Ties in with all this mysticism. And...appendages.] Does your practice cover chili damage?

[fried]

Hah. No. In fact, my General often reprimands me for serving her such spicy foods.

[ with no shame whatsoever, because she DESERVES IT for the stress she gives him. ]

There is a purpose. For me, it makes me feel alive.

[gutterbound]

Because it reminds you of your mortality?

[fried]

It certainly reminded you of yours.

[gutterbound]

Touché.

What's this general of yours like?

[Going in for a second bite.]

[fried]

Headstrong. Stubborn, so much that sometimes I mistake her for a goat rather than a fox.

I've never known anyone as incredible as her.

[gutterbound]

Fox? So, like yourself?

[A half second later he grasps what he's done.]

Sorry, sorry, I don't — Jesus. I don't have much frame of reference for a fellow like you. Forgive me if I fuck something up.

[fried]

[ he laughs!! ]

You're fine. We are both foxians. I don't take any offense from someone who doesn't know.

[gutterbound]

Sure sure, fair enough, but don't hesitate to say so if someone gets out of line.

[He says, having come from an extremely of its time King novel. Launders him in the RP machine.]

Is everyone a foxian where you're from? Or is it a pretty broad mix?

[fried]

[ looks at his novel. yea ]

Not everybody. There are humans, like you. The Vidyadhara, who resemble dragons... Halovians, Intellitrons, Pepeshi. A variety, though the ship that I lived on was mostly Foxians.

[gutterbound]

Pepsi?

[Okay.]

Sounds wild. We must look bland as bread and butter in comparison.

[fried]

No.

[ doesn't correct him ]

It's true. I can barely tell all of you apart. [ is he joking... probably ]