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deercountry2022-02-24 11:20 pm
measuringdicks) wrote in deercountry2022-02-24 11:20 pm
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have you felt a little off today?
Who: Richie Tozier and Mike Wheeler!
What: Mike's getting construction materials for a pizza shop. Richie's getting repair materials for the clinic. They meet in the same shop.
When: Sometime in February!
Where: Somewhere in, let's say, Willful Machine.
Content Warnings: Richie’s mouth needs its own warning. possible canon-typical mentions of child endangerment. mentions of major and lasting injuries to minors. blanket Stephen King warnings apply. will update when need be.
[It'd been a while since Richie got mistaken for anyone else. He was generally fairly obvious: lanky kid growing like a weed, dressed in loud clothes meant to grab people's attention, only one ear, a Mimikyu sitting on his shoulder, a hyena loping along beside him? Yeah, he stands out.
But today?]
Whaddaya mean, you reserved a bunch of planks for me? [This is turning out a very confusing interaction, with Richie growing more and more lost as the guy he's trying to trade with keeps bringing up more and more things he doesn't actually remember.] Fuck, man, I've never even been in this shop before, I didn't order all this shit. I don't need that many planks, I just need some paint and rollers. No, really, I mean it—
[He hears the windchimes, then turns. Blinks at the guy who's just come in, a mirror image to Richie himself, but dressed very differently with—is that an iguana on his head? Holy shit, it is an iguana.]
You're still fucking here?
What: Mike's getting construction materials for a pizza shop. Richie's getting repair materials for the clinic. They meet in the same shop.
When: Sometime in February!
Where: Somewhere in, let's say, Willful Machine.
Content Warnings: Richie’s mouth needs its own warning. possible canon-typical mentions of child endangerment. mentions of major and lasting injuries to minors. blanket Stephen King warnings apply. will update when need be.
[It'd been a while since Richie got mistaken for anyone else. He was generally fairly obvious: lanky kid growing like a weed, dressed in loud clothes meant to grab people's attention, only one ear, a Mimikyu sitting on his shoulder, a hyena loping along beside him? Yeah, he stands out.
But today?]
Whaddaya mean, you reserved a bunch of planks for me? [This is turning out a very confusing interaction, with Richie growing more and more lost as the guy he's trying to trade with keeps bringing up more and more things he doesn't actually remember.] Fuck, man, I've never even been in this shop before, I didn't order all this shit. I don't need that many planks, I just need some paint and rollers. No, really, I mean it—
[He hears the windchimes, then turns. Blinks at the guy who's just come in, a mirror image to Richie himself, but dressed very differently with—is that an iguana on his head? Holy shit, it is an iguana.]
You're still fucking here?