[Figments of the imagination didn't really need to shower, but at this point he knows better than to question. Richie nods his head slow and turns back toward the house with his palm extended toward him.]
C'mon. Your clothes are in my room now, but- be quiet okay, I don't need the others on my ass again just. Please.
[The tension in his voice makes it clear he's been on round the clock watch from one of the losers and they finally all went to sleep. He didn't need someone barging back into his room, he'd endured enough mournful looks and gentle words to last him a lifetime.]
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[Figments of the imagination didn't really need to shower, but at this point he knows better than to question. Richie nods his head slow and turns back toward the house with his palm extended toward him.]
C'mon. Your clothes are in my room now, but- be quiet okay, I don't need the others on my ass again just. Please.
[The tension in his voice makes it clear he's been on round the clock watch from one of the losers and they finally all went to sleep. He didn't need someone barging back into his room, he'd endured enough mournful looks and gentle words to last him a lifetime.]