pc ♠ richie

[fried]

d'you like furries

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[fried]

[ I don't know what that means...

richie your references,

also, he startles a bit at the glasses on his face. it's funny because the nearsightedness actually is exactly how his vision is currently fucked, so it helps a little. blinks. ]

... Better. Only a little, but there's less strain.

[gutterbound]

Maybe you need double my prescription.

[Taking his glasses back and slipping them on.]

You could be sporting a regular pair of coke bottles if you're not careful. Though — maybe talk to god? See if they can't throw you a bone.

[fried]

[ the grouchiest grouch in the universe of a response: ]

I will not ask god for anything. I don't need their help.

[ hmph. ]

[gutterbound]

Jiaoqiu...

[my guy]

Sometimes it's better to take a handout than slap it away, you know.

[fried]

No. I will not rely on them for anything.

[ he will be SO stubborn about this. ]

I don't need a god's help. I will fix it in some other way.