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[hopepunk]

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Muses are in no particular order because I'm not that much of a glutton for organizational pseudo-punishment.

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Goin' for The Feels as always, I see <3

[trashmouthtozier]

Richie, clueless as he was, was all smiles as he hauled himself up onto the deck of the boat, dripping, their provisions for the night in his customary triple layer of E.M. Heath Grocery plastic bags tied to the belt loop of his swim trunks - the true reason people put loops on them, as far as he was concerned. "Those people up at L.L. Bean really got it in the fucking bag," he had pronounced on more than one occasion. "They know, man, they KNOW."

That night, he did the quickest scan of the deck in the books before wrapping his arms around Louie and planting a gigantic smooch on one cheek, then the other.

"Ah say, there, old boy," he said in his Posh Guy accent, something that was trying to sound like Robin Leach but due to a lack of listening experience came out a bit more Foghorn Leghorn. "What's the grand to-do? We simply must spend this evening in style!"

To be fair to Richie as much as possible, he'd only really started crafting said accent when he found out about the rich uncle. It was still, as his future self would call it, being workshopped.

I know my strengths! <3

[talkyourwayout]

It was so easy, so tempting, to lose his worries and bury the bad things away when Richie was there. And for the moment, Louie gave in and let himself do just that. He put his arms around Richie and leaned back with a chuckle.

"Awful, dude. Absolutely awful," he drawled, shaking his head. "But keep at it, you'll get there."

[trashmouthtozier]

"Hey, come on, am I at least close?" Richie made a face as he pulled away. "I tried to watch Lifestyles of the Rich & Famous but mom said it was a bunch of capitalist tripe and changed the channel."

A meaningful pause.

"To QVC. ... Figure that fucker out."

[talkyourwayout]

"Aw, boo," Louie huffed. "She's blind to irony, isn't she? Besides, everyone knows capitalist tripe is the best kind. Come on."

The sigh that followed was probably too heavy for the topic at hand... But he didn't want to just blurt out the real problem right here, right now. He brought one hand up to the back of Richie's head, brushing his fingers through his hair. That helped him feel a little better.

"Hey, let's head to the clubhouse, okay?"