fried | pc ♠ richie

[ oh you can bet this dude is in the kitchen. he's in his canon outfit, chopping up vegetables to put them in a pot with something that smells diabolically spicy. his tail wags gently behind him.

his ears swivel a bit when he hears footsteps, and he glances over his shoulder. a pause. ]

Hello.

[ good morning, we are at the arcade!

it's fumkin noisy in here but he's doing his best! he seems to be doggedly playing one game in particular. it's a rhythm game, one of those taiko drum ones, and he seems like he's really concentrating, ears perked up and forward. is he perhaps trying to get a high score? maybe. it's not out of the question because he actually is doing pretty good, he's got near perfects on all of the notes. oh, also, he's wearing this.

in any case, he's very clearly not paying attention to anything around him so this is your chance to jumpscare the shit out of him if you'd like. ]

[Sat at the beach with a bottle of H*nnessey, looking mighty morose as company arrives. He'll look up, smiling wanly.]

Irony is a real bitch, isn't it?

[ you can find jiaoqiu on the beach, staring up at the stars. ]

[Well that fucking happened.

Where are they at Richie will track down our little man, with a bottle of something stiff and — if it's not too presumptuous — a bouquet of flowers. Look sometimes you're both men but also sometimes you have to watch a guy murder someone he put all his faith in after valentine's day. Loss is a loss, and the guy also needs a Get Better Soon gift. He's got two ends of the spectrum covered this way. Hopefully he'll take one or the other.]

Hey, still kicking, JQ?

[ WHEREVER YOU ARE JIAOQIU IS HERE

he's checking on your injuries, and he's being really gentle about it, honestly - he's a good doctor. he doesn't have a lot, but he's doing his best with supplies. if at any point you are awake during this process: ]

... I'm sorry.

Hey JQ. You're not too from home at the moment are you?

[IN THE MAZE!

Zipping around the corner and running a tree branch (pilfered from the dark woods) along the hedge, sending up a spray of bright green leaves, is a child! A buck-toothed, jug eared boy with horn-rimmed spectacles so thick they magnify his eyes a little. He's got a lot of general scrapes and bruises.

And will potentially get more if he collides with the person coming around the bend, as he is running at mach speed through this maze.]

[ jiaoqiu is in the kitchen today, carefully chopping vegetables. he's got his little flower bracelet! it's made of pink chrysanthemums. his ears sort of swivel and perk when he hears footsteps, and then: ]

Hello, Richie. Are you hungry?

[ you can find him somewhere idk

he's brushing his tail, slowly and steadily, just sort of... thinking. at least he doesn't look sad? that's nice. ]

[They are yeeted into the funhouse mirror hell and do not have very much fun there.

A memory begins to play out on the reflective glass. At once Richie stiffens up. Pales.

He'll reach for Jiaoqiu's hand and make to pull him along, hard.]

Let's go.

[HOW THE TURNS HAVE TABLED.

Except Richie is absolutely unqualified to tend to these wounds. Maybe once Jiaoqiu comes around to consciousness later, post treatment and most certainly bandaged as hell, he will find that Richie has posted up beside him, reading a book with a pinch in his brow.]

[ good morning or evening whatever he's shuffling around in the kitchen trying to make himself tea. yes he's still horribly injured but whatever who cares two people he cared about are dead again ]

[ today, we are in the new tavern!

jiaoqiu is sitting at the counter, holding a beer glass and looking down at the drink. there's a sense of curiosity in the air. what the fuck does this do.

oh, also, he's way less injured today. his ear is still missing, but based on the way he's holding himself, he isn't in horrible pain. that's probably nice. ]

[MAN. Let's kick it in the lounge. Richie's leaned forward on a sofa with his head in his hand, but he'll scrub his face and pull out of it when he hears company coming.]

I don't even know where to start.

[ he is checking out the train today - he's most interested in the italy car, but he's also happy to check out the other ones except for the dogs. they jump on him and he doesn't like it.

he's just finished eating something and is taking a stroll around the colosseum, though he's very sure to not walk into it. we don't need to be fighting lions, unless you want to, but in that case it's going to be jiaoqiu running from the lions and you fighting them.

there's a hint of something green peeking out from his turtleneck, also. ]

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[isn't this just the pits

anyway we can be at the Soundstage. He's got music on, I tried to find something inventive but i'm tired so fucking Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin it is. He's smoking, red in the eyes. But numbed. Looks like he got his fits out in private.]

Christ on a bike. Is it wrong to say I had a feeling about this one?

[ he's somewhere, idk. lounge! somewhere soft, with pillows, just sitting there picking at his tail, staring at nothing. ]

[ today we are at the academy! jiaoqiu is looking at the cafeteria out of curiosity, and the slime food is... well. it's something.

his thought process is basically are they serving this to people... is this what chao eat?

also he's not bald, but he's like, holding his tail very close to him like he's AFRAID HE'S GOING TO BE AGAIN. ]

[the way i was like he should be mobile he can find jq but can't even use a crutch really, because he has no arm on the side his ankle broke.

They're strapped up in adjacent beds then. Richie's head turns weakly to the side, wincing through the bandages holding his face together. He stares at Jaioqiu a moment, silent. What does he see?]

[ what are we

where are we. hello. jiaoqiu is in the kitchen, making food... it keeps his brain busy. but he does seem to have some measure of vision back, even if his eyeball is missing still, as he looks up and offers richie a small, tired smile. ]

[We can just be drinking. I'm out of ideas. Also Shadowheart healed him thankfully, no left arm but everything else is finally better.]

Lotta reunions to get through.

[And barely a week to enjoy them. A sting of melancholy, there.]

[ he's curled up in the tavern tonight with booze and a blanket, staring out... a window, i suppose. idk if there are windows. there are now for the sake of this thread. his ear flicks at the sound of someone approaching, and he glances over, with a smile. ]

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