FAINTPRESENCE
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╱ here u go , my good fellow ,,
maybe what the boy had in mind
wasn't much of a great idea as he
presumed it to be , dullish pupils
skimming over his skinny , almost
ghostly pale figure . the boy took
in his features , eyeing the jet -
black curls that sat atop his head
as if they were haphazardly glued
onto his scalp . richie , despite
himself and others who bother
warned him about his inability to
watch himself and think and how
that could most possibly end up
with his dead , beat - up body
laying somewhere in the sidewalk
, made his merry way to , you
guessed it , the area practically
socials live in and hang around
most usually . but not to worry
, because richie tozier retreated
toward such a place during a
very much appropriate time ! it
was late at night and this idiot
greaser was climbing up the
nearest fucking window he could
reach , knocking only once and
before he knew it , infamous
trashmouth tozier was welcoming
himself inside a poor ( rich ) ,
unsuspecting social's home .
a beat . “ fancy house you got
here . must be nice . ”
FAINTPRESENCE
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richie doubted he looked anything
at all near threatening appearance
- wise , though he could be
wrong if you look at eddie , a
soc that was visibly anxious that
currently stood in front of him .
then again , he was a complete
stranger , and he was the exact
opposite of an organized , clean
social . he decides to sit onto
the room's pristine floor to show
that he meant it when he said
he wasn't going to do anything
terrible at all , his rough hands
reaching up to rub his slightly
tired , dull eyes under his thick
, bulky glasses . he had to
admit , though , looking at
the auburnette , he was rather
cute if we're looking at how he
presents himself . maybe he's
/ not / a bitch ! “ fun ? i'm
honestly not sure at all , no ,
people don't call me trashmouth
for no reason , and you were
the nearest house my gut said
that the owner wasn't going to
possibly kill me . ” the other
pulls his knees up to rest near
his chest , chin sitting between
them . “ how's life ? ”
weaIthy
@unweaIthy ／／ 〜 * eddie pants , out of just being shocked that a stranger — and most importantly , A GREASER — had just climbed through his god damn window . richie , compared to the rest of eddie’s room , was the only dark thing there . his clothes , at least . his skin was unbelievably pale . adjusting his voice , he stands up and flattens his black dress pants , before backing up with one step . was he here to steal ? kidnap , perhaps ? he’s only heard bad things about greasers — but eddie was friends with a few . beverly and mike . scanning the boy that stood in front of him , he grips at the collar of his own shirt and gulps . kinda cute doe , not gon’ lie . * wh — what do you mean / fun / ?? and don’t call me that . * eddie whisper yells with his brows furrowed in confusion , tapping his foot on the ground anxiously . * why are you here , and why did you climb in / my / window ?
FAINTPRESENCE
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even with one teensy tiny glance ,
the rather big ( and phenomenally
spotless ) household of , well ⎯
whoever had freaked out and fallen
to the floor with a hard thump in
reaction to richie's / very / sudden
appearance , was more than
enough to make any greasy little
nobody feel all kinds of levels of
poor . his eyes trail toward the
fallen source , a sheepish yet ,
too amused smile creeping up at
his face . still , as funny as
he may have found the little
predicament , it didn't stop the
tozier from speaking up in slight
concern , daringly taking one
step closer — waiting for feet
to possibly turn into inches . he
raises his hands as if in surrender
to show that he does not mean
any harm , casually shrugging his
shoulders at the question . “ my
god , be quiet ! you're making
it sound like you're being killed
and we don't want anyone , if
there even is , barging in ! i'm
not here to kill you or anything ,
i promise . i'm here for / fun /
, pretty boy , because it's so
incredibly goddamn fucking dead
over on the other side back there
and i thought maybe this was a
really good fuckin' idea . ” the
taller stopped for a quick intake
of breath , pinching the bridge
of his nose , just above the rim
of his glasses . “ jesus christ ,
i'm too poor to even be fucking
/ breathing / in here . and you
can get off of the floor now . ”
