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/  hi yes this is my first anon like,,ever,, apart from a small spongebob anon i had in 2017 so i’m sorry if i’m doing something wrong lmao but  C/B for interaction!

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xavier stumbled into the tozier household , bloodied and bruised . “ old man ? dad ? “ he called , sighing in relief when he didn’t get an immediate answer . he collapsed on the couch , pulling out his phone and looking at himself . he had a cut on his cheek from being punched so much , he had a black eye, a bused lip , and a bloody nose that xavier was sure was broken . he also had bruises scattered on his body , and a dislocated shoulder that hurt like bitch . 

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@yearsofhoping- 
          
          with  a  quiet  curse  under  his  breath  ,  richie  uncertainly  placed a hand  on  her  shoulder  ,  giving  it  a  reassuring  pat  .  he  wished  eddie  was  present  to  help  —  the  asthmatic male  always  seemed to  know  how  to  deal  with  these  situations  ,  but  it  looked  like  richie  would  have  to  lone  it  .  "  shit  .  okay  ,  robin  ,  just  try  and  take  a  deep  breath  ,  "  he  offered  ,  despite  the  fact  that  it  looked  like  the  girl  wouldn’t  be  able  to  budge  the slightest  inch ,  much  less  get  a  grasp  over  her  breathing  .  finally  ,  he  tilted  his  head  in  the  direction  of  their  car  ,  parked  by  the  curb  just  outside  the  park  .  he  figured  it  would’ve  been  wise  to  leave  ,  but  skeptical  richie  doubted  whether  or  not  he’d  be  able  to   beckon  her  over  there  .  "  we  should  —  let’s  go  ,  alright  ?   let’s  just  go  to  the  car  ,  it’s  not  too  far  .  "  if  it  wasn’t   for  the  circumstance  ,  richie  would’ve  smiled  at  the  unintentional  rhyme  ,  but  a  subtle  fear  gleamed  on  in  his  dark  eyes  . 

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          /  NONO UR FINE DON’T WORRY
          
          preceding the girl’s diagnosis ,  richie had been thoroughly informed on impending anxiety  attacks  ,  walked  through  solutions  and  instructed  by  a  professional  .  the  whole  process  had  proved  to  be  a  challenge  at  first  ,  though  through  time  and  practice  it’d  eased  .  as soon as he  noticed  the  girl’s  respiration  slow  to  a  familiar  thin  and  compressed  rate  ,   worry  struck  his  features  ,  a  tight  frown  crossing  his  lips  .   "  hey  .  hey ,  you’re  okay  ,  robin ,  "  he  said  softly  ,  lending  a  quick  observation  of  their  surroundings —  a  generally  tranquil  backset  ,  as  could’ve  been  expected  at  the  park  with  a  scarce  amount  of   people  strolling  along  —  before  refocusing  himself  on  her  .  "  you’re  fine  .  nothing’s  happening  ,  alright  ?  "