(F) Office chair.

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This is pretty random lol

When I came back from the bathroom Richie sat at my desk wrapped in three carpets. In his hands he had my Atomic Disintegrator, studying it carefully.
"Oh, hey Eds!" He dropped it back on my table and signaled with his hands for me to come over. I rolled my eyes at the nickname and walked over.
He grabbed my shoulders, turning me around my back facing him and dragging me into his lap.
I tried shaking my way out of his grip but it was too late. I accepted my fate, I'm ready to taste the euphoria of nonexistence.
He started speeding around the room on my rusty office chair. And I groaned as he laughed into the back of my neck.
"I'm puking on you! Prick!" I managed to say between quick breaths.
He always did this every time I come into class in the morning, so I was used to it. Don't know why I always fall for it. Dammit.
After a minute he slowed down at my desk and I turned my head backwards facing him, "I hate you." I groaned, trying to get up again.
His hands still around my waist so I wouldn't escape.
I grabbed a comic book on my desk and leaned back. He put his head on my shoulder, and we read it together.

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