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What do you teach again. Do you teach maths. I need some help with it.
-- Richie [ @overactive-sweat-glands ]
sorry, I teach choir-not math. I’m afraid I won’t be much help with anything other than the artsy things. Or English…I actually enjoyed that class when I was in school.
Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.
A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.
— [ @overactive-sweat-glands ]
The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...
His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.
"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"
Paul chuckled. "It's no trouble. We're going shopping anyway tomorrow, remember?" But after a moment, Paul smiled and gently nudged Richie with the side of his thumb where he supported his nephew's weight. "But yeah. You're mine too. Just don't tell Daniel." Should he probably try to act like he cared about his nephews equally? Yes... and to an extent, he did! He really liked Daniel, but he hadn't spent time with him to the extent he had with Richie, since other family members younger than Paul and more available got old enough to look after him. Trevor, not so much, but Paul was pretty sure he knew that already.
Paul sighed softly and nodded. Of course Gary hadn't told Richie about all the options available for him for college, or indeed not. Art school or community college... Paul understood why he wanted Richie to go to the best college possible, but Paul would have preferred he be able to make his own choice. "We can have a look at the college website later if you want. See what it's like. Maybe I'll ask Emma if she likes it if you want." And that would mean another chance to talk to her...
"It was... not what I expected," Paul offered, casting his mind back and trying to find the correct words to explain such an unusual feeling. "The first time I was too nervous, and I was trying to impress Emma so I ended up taking too much. I wound up having a pretty bad trip - having a panic attack and hallucinating this huge blue monster with a thousand faces." He shuddered at the memory. "But luckily Emma knew just what to do and I was able to calm down afterwards. I was so embarassed," he chuckled. "But that was one of the times we really got closer. I wanted to give it another go when I wasn't as nervous around her, and we tried another strain - one I think she grew herself. That time was a lot better. The feeling was, um..." Not much used to esoteric descriptions, Paul fumbled for the words. "Kind of floaty. Very relaxing. It made me feel kind of giddy and happy. Kind of similar to just floating in water and losing sense of things going on outside of yourself..." He sighed. "It's kind of hard to explain. But uh, I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you're ever going to try it anyway, make sure you're with someone who knows what they're doing and can help make sure you have a good experience. Preferably me so I can make sure you're okay."
A yawn escaped through Richie's lips, and whatever weight of his body wasn't aginst Paul, was now.. Well, on Paul. Reliant on being kept up by his Uncle now. Not that Richie minded on whatever ended up happening. Frankly, if Paul got sick of him, he could push him off. He'd find that far. On metaphorical paper, of course. "I won't tell him." He answered quietly. "I don't know if he'd care. Or not."
His eyes almost seemed to sparkle, at the idea of more choice. Sure, he was going to stress out about it later when they get to it.. But doing it with Paul? Whose done higher study? And he'd consult Emma? It helped ease up doing it alone. He just needed the extra help, someone with experience. Paul had that. Paul offered that.
"I'd like that. A lot. Both of those options."
Richie listened, letting him talk the whole time. He couldn't see why he'd imagine some blue creature, but it did sound like a cool anime antagonist.. "So.. Good strain would be safe. Maybe do what you did.." He mumbled, mentally taking notes he probably wouldn't remember. "I wouldn't mind.. Uhm.." Hesitation takes him a moment to continue, voice softening up and quietening a bit. "Trying it. One day. With you. And maybe Emma, if she's providing it?"
Pete hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering just inches from the door as he took one final glance at the address he was sent to make sure he was in the right place. Usually, he and Richie would hit the library to study for their upcoming exams, but today was different as they’d agreed to meet here instead. He didn't exactly like the location and whole routine of studying changing but he got over it. Pete takes a steadying breath before he finally knocked on the door.
- @bunsen-burnout
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Paul was surprised to admit to himself that he was actually a little nervous. He may not have cared about what Pete himself thought of him, but what he did care about was Richie's wellbeing and happiness. While he didn't want to interfere with that and was sure Richie didn't need his help with Pete, he didn't want to embarrass his nephew... When Richie said okay to his offer to let he and his friends study at Paul's apartment while Richie was staying over, he was a little surprised, but happy to oblige.
Paul answered the door, looking the way he always did, shirt and tie smart, though since it was the weekend he wore a dark blue cardigan over his shirt rather than a suit jacket. "Hey, Pete," Paul greeted, resisting the urge to react or comment to how much older Pete looked to when he last saw the kid. Ted mentioned his little brother often - mostly 'nerdy little brother' this or 'little nerd' that. But Paul remembered the few occasions he had seen Pete while babysitting Richie that he seemed like a polite but fun little kid. "Come in. Richie is just getting set up in the living room."
"Guys..." Paul sighed, frowning slightly at the pair of them. He almost looked weary. It was hard to watch the two best friends suddenly struggling to see each other and see them devolve into disdain. "Come on, you're stressed and it's making you make bad decisions and see the worst in each other." He only brought up the past memories in the hope of helping them see they'd work past it. It was like watching cats suddenly hiss at each other out of the blue. No, in a way that was dismissive. It was sad. Seeing the stress they were under so suddenly cause them to devolve into upset.
"I think you both need a second to cool off. Richie, why don't you come with me into the kitchen?" Hopefully separating them would help them calm down and get Richie to be able to have something to eat...
Seeing Richie suddenly step in close threw Pete off for just a second, not because he was intimidated (Richie was clearly the shorter one, always had been) but because that closeness didn’t feel friendly. It felt like Richie was trying to puff himself up and stare Pete down.
“You always get like this,” Pete commented, his glare locking with Richie’s. “So yeah, this is just the usual, Richie. Same old crap.”
The moment Richie shoved him, just that quick, petty push to the chest, Pete didn’t even think. Reflex took over. He pushed right back, matching the force exactly, eyes narrowing for a moment as if he dared the other to do it again.
“I didn’t take that toy,” He snapped back, voice low and defensive. “We found it together. You dropped it, I didn’t even like the damn thing!” The words came fast, riding the wave of old frustration bubbling to the surface.
And then, he shoved again when his shoulder got clipped. This time harder. Not just matching Richie’s previous force now, but it was a lot more put into the push.
He turned slightly, shooting a glare Paul's way. “I don’t need to cool down! Richie does! He started it by being an asshole!”
Richie was only short by an inch or two, a barely noticeable difference. But there were always arguments about that. Thankfully, not right now. That would certainly make the moment worse if it was brought up.
He knew he should take a breath, calm down. Take Paul’s suggestion even, to go to the kitchen. Seperate himself from the moment. Because that’s what it is, just a damn moment. They’ll eventually cool down and not fight, of course. Forgive and forget. Whatever other crap they do. But it’s just. Moment that’ll eventually pass. That’ll eventually go on and be forgotten. Some petty fight he’d hope to laugh about later.
His gaze turned to Paul, momentarily. Focusing on his uncle. Maybe that’ll help him calm down. Because he could never get angry at him. Not like this. And the suggestion sounded good. “..Yeah. Yeah, that—“ He doesn’t manage out much more then that before Pete shoved him. Hard. It had him stumbling, catching himself back in the corner of the room and catching himself on the wall. It’s the proper straw that finally had Richie’s brain snap into something more familiar.
Fight or Flight.
But, he’s not up against Max Jägerman or someone twice his weight, that Pete seemed like someone he could fight. Or that the stress of exams have just ruled out the option of flight all together.
His body tensed, before he’s swivelling suddenly back to Pete. Tears pricked at his eyes, making his way back and shoving the other in return. Hard. Rough. Intentionally to try and push the man over. Or, as hard as Richie could push. He’s not notoriously known for strength. “I hate you, Pete! I fucking hate you!” He screeched.
Elevator doors open up onto the hallway toward the CCRP technical department, and a young, newly hired twenty-something year old Paul peers out. He holds his hands suspiciously behind his back, as if keeping something in place behind him. Seeing no one waiting in the hallway, Paul sighs quietly in relief and takes the hand of the small child behind him, quickly stepping out of the elevator before kneeling down in front of his nephew.
"You ready kiddo?" Paul whispered with a small smile, desperate to hide his anxiety. Last minute childcare responsibilities and trying not to get fired are not a good mix. "I know this morning was stressful with your dad getting called out last minute. But now we're playing spies, remember? Your mission is to go undetected for as long as you can. You have your books and your gameboy with the sound off?"
Young Richie has calmed down significantly, compared to the morning rush and switch-up of plans. But the evidence of a rushed morning and remnants of a tantrum were present on him. His shoes were two different colours, with one being blue and the other red. He wore multiple layers of clothing, with the largest and warmest being a snow jacket his father owned. Which, was evident by how long and large it hung off Richie. In one of his small hands, he held his bag by a strap and let it drag on the floor. Thankfully it was closed. Pets of his hair stubbornly stuck up.
His other hand held onto his Uncle’s, the best he could. His hand was so much smaller and sort of ended up clutching onto some of Paul’s fingers.
Richie blinked at his uncle, before he’s nodding. “In bag.” He mumbled, proving his point by holding up his bag strap and slightly tugging on said bag. “..What happens if I get found?”
Paul sighed and watched Richie move around his cubicle. A small smile tugged at his cheeks. Honestly, he felt exhausted already. Exhausted, weary, and thoroughly hopeless that this would work. He felt his worry spiking, but honestly, it was almost funny in that he expected anything else.
He crouched in front of the hair and helped Richie take off his shoes, trying to answer his questions as best he could. "Her name was Melissa... Yes, she's nice. No, you can't meet her. We're trying to stay secret." He emphasised his words by gently squeezing one of Richie's hands as he tucked the little shoes under his desk. "Maybe you can meet everyone another day... Maybe at a company picnic or something... Not when we're trying to pretend like you're not here." Paul spoke softly, hoping he could remind Richie to stay quiet. "A morning meeting is... when everyone just meets to talk about work at the beginning of a day. In about ten minutes, everyone is about to come back to their job. And then we can't let anyone see you. You can stay in the cubicle and see what I'm doing but only when people aren't here. When they are, you're going to hide, okay?" He was still too new to have seen anything odd, but he had to sign some gnarly NDAs getting the job. That only added to his certainty that other people, especially kids, weren't allowed in the office.
His gaze met his nephews again, and Paul sighed, his stress shifting into care and concern for Richie again. "No, kiddo. You only just had breakfast. You can have a snack in a little bit if you're good, hm? Come here, you look like you're boiling." And he moved to help Richie take off the big coat.
Richie was feeling the opposite, however. He was fascinated and excited at the new environment, even if he doesn’t get to explore much of it. He wondered how long they’d even be there. He was told to get his belongings, when his dad was talking to Paul. He had enough food for lunch, whenever that would roll around. Would that be enough? Or would he get Paul’s food to eat, so he could have that as dinner? How long do people in offices work for? Was it much different to his dad’s? Guess he’ll find out soon..
“Is she dead now? Dad only uses that word like that when someone’s dead or gone.” He questioned, his legs kicking lightly when his shoes were off. He’s excited at the prospect of meeting some of Paul’s friends. Also, a picnic sounded nice. He’s just hungry, however. His hands raised and clasped together, forming into a finger gun. He pointed at Paul. “Yeah, we’re playing spies. Sneaky spies.” His wrists flick, as if shooting his uncle, before his hands let go and moved to idly rest on the seat as his legs kicked idly. “What do you even do? Do you do boring paperwork? Do they at least let you draw?” His head tilt slightly at Paul. “Can you draw or are you boring?”
He gave an immediate groan at the thought of having to wait to eat, body going suddenly loose and slumping on the seat. He began to half-lean off the seat dramatically. “No!” He whined, arms slowly crossing. He would’ve been fine with the help to get his large coat off, if he wasn’t being moody. So, he squirmed and tried to resist Paul’s attempt that was trying to help. “I’m hungry!” His voice raised in volume.
Pete hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering just inches from the door as he took one final glance at the address he was sent to make sure he was in the right place. Usually, he and Richie would hit the library to study for their upcoming exams, but today was different as they’d agreed to meet here instead. He didn't exactly like the location and whole routine of studying changing but he got over it. Pete takes a steadying breath before he finally knocked on the door.
- @bunsen-burnout
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Paul was surprised to admit to himself that he was actually a little nervous. He may not have cared about what Pete himself thought of him, but what he did care about was Richie's wellbeing and happiness. While he didn't want to interfere with that and was sure Richie didn't need his help with Pete, he didn't want to embarrass his nephew... When Richie said okay to his offer to let he and his friends study at Paul's apartment while Richie was staying over, he was a little surprised, but happy to oblige.
Paul answered the door, looking the way he always did, shirt and tie smart, though since it was the weekend he wore a dark blue cardigan over his shirt rather than a suit jacket. "Hey, Pete," Paul greeted, resisting the urge to react or comment to how much older Pete looked to when he last saw the kid. Ted mentioned his little brother often - mostly 'nerdy little brother' this or 'little nerd' that. But Paul remembered the few occasions he had seen Pete while babysitting Richie that he seemed like a polite but fun little kid. "Come in. Richie is just getting set up in the living room."
Paul watched the two start getting to work, settling into an armchair at the other side of the room with his phone, ready to start scrolling through various wikipedia articles online.
When Richie began to get more animated though, Paul frowned and looked up, glancing at him walking around the room. Poor kid. He worked so hard, and if he was struggling then Paul could only imagine how much pressure they were putting on those kids at that school. Or was it Gary? Either way, Paul could tell that he was getting stressed and feeling irritated.
He was about to pipe up and offer to get him something that might help, until Richie seemed to figure out what was up himself. After a moment, Paul stood up and picked up one of the packets of pocky from the table. "Hey..." he offered quietly, gently placing a hand on Richie's shoulder in an attempt to ground him. "Take a breath, it's okay." Carefully, he slid his finger under the cardboard of the packet and ripped the foil, trying to make as little noise doing so as possible. He didn't normally like candy, but if it was what Richie needed. He hesitantly picked out one of the sticks and held out the remainder of the packet to Pete. Biting into the candy, he was surprised that it wasn't as sweet as he thought it would be. "Mmh! It's good."
Pete blinked, taken aback by the sharpness in Richie’s tone. It came out of nowhere, like a slap in a quiet room. One second everything had been fine, and the next Richie was acting like Pete had personally set his house on fire.
He frowned, trying to replay the last few minutes in his head. Had he said something wrong? Missed some unspoken thing? As far as Pete could tell, he was just trying to help.
He stared at him, eyebrows knitting together, confusion and frustration twisting in his gut. “Okay fine, you don't want any help. Cool.” He stated quite clearly, his tone clearly of frustration.
With a little more force than necessary, Pete set the papers he had offered to Richie down on the part of the table that had been cleared off for him. The pages made a soft thwack as they hit the surface, but he didn’t care. Let Richie think whatever the hell he wanted since the other already seemed ticked off at him for whatever reason.
At the offer of the candy, Pete took one good look at it before he shook his head once. “I don’t like those ones,” He said, trying to not let his frustration be directed at Richie's Uncle. “You and Richie can have it.”
"Of course i want help. Why wouldn't I want help? I wouldn't of invited you over if I wanted to do this without someone! Or to hang out with you. Because I haven't seen you for weeks, man!" Richie prickly replied to Pete.
His head turned briefly back to Paul, posture growing more relaxed momentarily. He really did appreciate his uncle. God, he was so hungry. His head was all over the place. A snack would do him well and he can calm down, get back to studying and-- Richie's attention snapped back to Pete, or moreso the papers making a small thwack against the table. It reminds him of his mood, about each of the details in the room. That his clothes were bothering him, he could see his nose out the edge of his vision.. Jesus, he had so many things due and he still had to study! And he's sitting here, wanting a snack? Hunger could wait, right? Oh, no, it shouldn't--
His head's thrown in an uncomfortable loop, unintentionally worsened and set on the path of destruction from the papers.
It doesn't help with Pete's insistence against eating as well. Or, not joining in. So Richie felt like he couldn't have it, without them trying it first. He knew it wasn't anyone's fault, just an odd quirk he's picked up, but in the moment it was frustrating.
"Just--" He began, before his hands immediately swiped at the papers and pushing them to the ground. Richie's pushing himself to step closer to Pete. "Your fucking-- Fucking useless Pete!" He exclaimed, out of breath, before he's pacing and moving to the other side of the room. He's moving to sit in the corner, just moving his hands to his sweaty hair. Fuck, his sweaty and greasy hair. He needed another shower, even if he had one earlier today..
Sure, Richie could've left the room to regulate a bit better. But, admittedly, his mind's in a loop and felt like he shouldn't leave.
Paul frowned, watching the two boys devolve into argument. It hurt to watch from a third party's perspective, seeing the two best friends come apart to stress and tension. What was he supposed to do? He felt his hand flex and his fingers twitch as he watched Richie storm off into the corner, his chest aching in sympathy. He desperately wanted the right thing to say... To fix the problems they were feeling. That familiar paternal urge mixed with helplessness and obscurity.
After a moment, Paul forced himself to breathe and let out a sigh. "Richie..." Paul offered in a soft voice, taking a slow step toward his nephew. "I'm sure you don't mean that about Pete." He turned and shot a small apologetic look to Pete on Richie's behalf. Maybe after Richie had calmed down they could think about an apology. "I know you're both feeling very overwhelmed and stressed out from all of your school work, and that's making everything else feel worse. I think you need to take a deep breath before you misdirect your stress at each other." Paul sighed. "Let me get you some water, okay Richie?" Hopefully the cold would refocus him, let alone the poor kid probably hadn't drank anything.
"Honestly, you two haven't changed," Paul mused. "Don't you remember Thanksgiving, I think when you were... nine? Richie, you lost your little Pokemon toy and you were so scared and overwhelmed that you both got into a fight thinking Pete had it?" Paul didn't remember the details, but... "You found it together, didn't you? And you both got through it."
Pete let out a sharp huff at Richie’s prickly reply, the tension already creeping up his spine. “Yeah, yeah, sure.” He grumbled, not even bothering to mask how ticked off he was. If Richie wanted to be pissy at him, then fine Pete would match him. He didn’t spare the other so much as a glance, eyes locked on the papers he’d laid out earlier. Might as well get something done, since apparently basic civility was off the table today.
But then, The sharp scrape of paper and the sudden flutter as the papers were shoved off the table and onto the floor, hit harder than expected. Pete froze for a beat before looking up just in time to catch whatever Richie was trying to do. Like he was trying to size him up like some rival instead of the person who’d literally offered to help.
Then with Richie's hostile words Pete sort of snapped.
“You asshole!” he snapped, voice louder than intended as his glare shot straight into Richie like a thrown knife. He didn’t follow when Richie stormed off to the corner, Pete didn’t trust himself not to yell more, or say worse things he would likely regret later.
Instead, he stood there fuming, chest tight, the air buzzing with all the words he hadn’t said yet.
Pete’s expression softened a fraction, if only because Paul didn’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire of the anger. He let out a breath through his nose, still tense, but his tone eased when he spoke.
“He probably does mean it,” Pete said, half-defeated, shoulders sagging just slightly. “He’s just being a complete ass about it.” A pause. “As usual.” Some poor choice of words from Pete.
But the tension hadn’t entirely left him, and Pete, being Pete, couldn’t help but add a bit more, even if it wasn’t exactly helpful.
“Thanksgiving?” He echoed, glancing at Paul. “Yeah, I remember it a bit differently. That was after, like… hours of us arguing. Nearly came to blows at one point before we made ‘peace’, whenever that happened.” He gestured vaguely.
Richie would love nothing more then for everyone to shut up, or to just eat. Food in important! But instead, annoyance bubbles up worse in his stomach. Stabbing at the sides of it and making his brain react poorly.
“I just want—“ He’s cutting himself off, gaze turning slowly towards Pete. He’s giving a deadpan glare.
“The hell does that mean? As— As usual?” He questioned, slowly going to stand. He takes his steps towards Pete, staring at him still. His mind is now reeling to even find examples of what the other meant, but it only hurt his brain more trying to do something extra. He grimaced, just shaking his head instead.
Rather, a hand absently goes to push at Pete’s chest.
“I still think he took that toy.” He mumbled, looking over to Paul. “The events lined up and his story was flimsy. And he managed to find it in our shared searches. I just— I don’t know!” His hands are dramatically thrown in the air, slightly clipping Pete’s shoulder in the progress.
The ones at CCRP? I don’t want to talk about any of the weirder uncles. Please. I used to go to that place often after school, when I was younger. So I knew them okay-ish before I outgrew the place.
Charlotte — She taught me how to crotchet and how to sew, when I saw her one of those cat sweaters she owns, one day! They’re actually pretty cool. She’s also amazing for office gossip, she’s got good hearing.
Ted — Younger me had a grudge against him??? I’m not fond of him now, but better than when I was younger. When I was young, I tried to get him fired on multiple occasions. I tried to write bad notes and write it was from Ted… Jesus, I think Paul told me once I went to Mr. Davisson’s office and asked for him to be removed from CCRP. I don’t.. I don’t know why.
Melissa — Oh, I thought she was so cool when I was younger! Maybe because she was younger than the rest. She was like a big sister to me, or I at least felt that way. She used to let me ride in her little cart where she put paperwork and occasional supplies, then drive me around! I wonder how she’s doing now.
Bill — He’s a nice guy. I think he brought in his kid once or twice for work, maybe babysat younger me a few times too. I only really know more about him from Paul and the way they interact. He’s really sweet. He’s got good advice, if you sit and listen to a few stories that mean nothing.
Mr. Davidson (Does he even have a first name?) — I didn’t interact with him much. Sorry. He gave me lemon-drop candies whenever he saw me and ruffled my hair. So, that was cool. I liked him.
[Good for you. Go for it! I on the other hand will be playing videogames with my noise cancellers. Think I have everything I need. Are you doing anything fun?]
[Oh, is Gary dragging you to something to look good with the neighbours again? Do you want to come here instead? Want me to make an excuse for you to him?]
[No not yet, I was planning on trying it tonight. Figured the music would be loud enough to keep me distracted.]
[Why don't you check if any of your friends are free? Knowing Ted he's probably out doing something inadvisable so Pete might be available.]
[Unless you're just looking for a quiet night, in which case fair enough.]
[Why am I pretending you're coughing? Hopefully Pete figures things out with her eventually anyway.]
[Okay, that's fair. I hope you have a good time just relaxing then. If you're not putting headphones on, are you reading a manga?]
[He bettr figure it out soon or else!!!!1 I’m getting sick of him toeing around with her!!!! And if she’s going to join the friend group or not!!!!1!1!]
[also u got me. I was actully coughing. Spit got stuck in my throat ):]
[But I will be reading and watching YouTube and also editing. All the thngs tonigjht!!]
[He is probably nervous. Just give him some time. If you don't like the uncertainty on whether or not to invite her to things because of this, and you like her, you can just ask if she wants to be included? They don't need to be dating for you to be friends with this girl if you get on with her.]
[Oh dear, don't choke. What are you working on?]
[No becase she’s a girl and she might think I’m hitting on her if I ask her to sit w/ us. Without consulting Pete. Or smth. Besides!!!! She’s the Mayor’s daughter!!!!!]
[The guy who RUNS this town, Paul?3???????]
[and if I invie her for Pete they’ll still get shy and lovely and whateva couples do that are embarrassig. I do NOT need to third wheel!!]
[he just needs assk her out and do sometng!!! Getting annoyed!!]
[Richie, you've been friends with Ruth for years. You can be friends with girls without them thinking you're being romantic or intimate.] [Message deleted]
[I'm sure she's just a normal girl. What about our crazy family makes you think that we can judge people based on who their relatives are? Maybe she'd appreciate it if people are nervous to talk to her.]
[If you become friends with her, then it won't be third wheeling, will it? It'll just be another member to your group. Are you annoyed because Pete is frustrating you, or because the situation is confusing and you don't know how to act around them?]
[Has she been mean to you? I doubt she's a rude person if Pete likes her so much, but if you think she's a bully then yeah probably forget what I've said.]
[After Pete got beat up by Jägerman a while back, she had come looking for him and she threatened me to find him.]
[Okay she just demanded. Threatening sounded like I got beaten up.]
[But she used to hang out with Jägerman before hanging with us. It makes me nervous.]
[Shes cool and all, but what if I’m saying my cool words and she’s using them back to Jägerman and bullying me behind my back??? I do NOT need that!!!! I’d rather she’d be upfront with it.]
Elevator doors open up onto the hallway toward the CCRP technical department, and a young, newly hired twenty-something year old Paul peers out. He holds his hands suspiciously behind his back, as if keeping something in place behind him. Seeing no one waiting in the hallway, Paul sighs quietly in relief and takes the hand of the small child behind him, quickly stepping out of the elevator before kneeling down in front of his nephew.
"You ready kiddo?" Paul whispered with a small smile, desperate to hide his anxiety. Last minute childcare responsibilities and trying not to get fired are not a good mix. "I know this morning was stressful with your dad getting called out last minute. But now we're playing spies, remember? Your mission is to go undetected for as long as you can. You have your books and your gameboy with the sound off?"
Young Richie has calmed down significantly, compared to the morning rush and switch-up of plans. But the evidence of a rushed morning and remnants of a tantrum were present on him. His shoes were two different colours, with one being blue and the other red. He wore multiple layers of clothing, with the largest and warmest being a snow jacket his father owned. Which, was evident by how long and large it hung off Richie. In one of his small hands, he held his bag by a strap and let it drag on the floor. Thankfully it was closed. Pets of his hair stubbornly stuck up.
His other hand held onto his Uncle’s, the best he could. His hand was so much smaller and sort of ended up clutching onto some of Paul’s fingers.
Richie blinked at his uncle, before he’s nodding. “In bag.” He mumbled, proving his point by holding up his bag strap and slightly tugging on said bag. “..What happens if I get found?”
Paul winced slightly at the question. How much truth exactly to tell him? Would Richie be freaked out if he knew the truth? Or would he understand if Paul leaned in too much to the pretend game. Or would that just freak Richie out more? This was exactly why he hated role-playing games. It was too much like acting.
"Well..." Paul sighed. "If anyone finds us out, then I'll be in a bit of trouble." His first real job that wasn't just running around the town delivering pizzas and his brother had to go and act like he was still able to babysit on the drop of a hat like when he was a kid... Paul hadn't been working at CCRP long, and he doubted he'd just be able to just not come to work thanks to having to look after his nephew. And with his lying ability he couldn't pretend to be sick... He very much did not want to get fired... So with no way to get out of work and apparently no one else to call...
"But it'll just be like a game of hide and seek... You're good at that. Once we get to my cubicle you can play under the table like normal. We just have to get through the office..."
Richie's eyebrows furrowed, thinking. At least, thinking for as much as little guy could. He didn't understand why Paul would do such a dangerous thing, or the worst thing someone could do. So, it couldn't even be that bad. Right?.. Well, he's going to assume the least and trust his uncle.
"You'll be in trouble. Like timeout." He commented. Timeout wasn't bad. His own dad eventually caved after an hour, with Richie tucked away in his room. Timeout isn't even awful, he just sits in his room doing whatever. He quite like timeout, on whatever rare occasion he ended up being sent to such a thing. Again, it didn't sound bad to Richie. Besides, he liked games.
His hand shuffled to adjust the long jacket on him, giving a little annoyed sound. He feels too hot. He didn't like this jacket. But he didn't bother taking it off.
"I'm okay at hide and seek." He mumbled, bringing up the jacket hood to try and look.. Or, well, hide away. It just sort of flopped onto his face and blinded him. Too big of a hood for him. But it did hide his face! Technically! "Can you pick me up and put me in a hiding spot?"
Paul hesitated, before shrugging and giving a small nod. "Yeah. Like time out. Except, when adults get put on time out from their jobs, that means they don't get money to pay for things like toys... or food."
When Richie put up the hood on his big coat, Paul chuckled quietly and pat his head. "Yeah, good idea Richie." Hopefully everyone would still be in the morning meeting, given he was slightly late after the palava this morning. But anyone in the office would probably just see him covering his coat. Hopefully...
He picked up Richie with him sitting on one arm, and tucked the little bag into the folds of the fabric. "Remember, try to be quiet as you can." He took a breath, before heading into the office area and through the hallways of cubicles toward his desk.
There’s a pout at the mention of a lack of money for food. “Don’t get in timeout, please.” Who else will spoil him with ice-cream and treat him to small pouches of candies?
He held up his arms the best he could, before easily picked up by his uncle. He always liked being picked up, he liked being tall. It was cool to see the world a bit higher than what he’s used to. He clung onto his uncle, trying to make himself look as small as possible. His hands felt a bit clammy and sweaty already. Gross.
"Yeah. Trying not to get fi-- get put on time out." Paul sighed and gave Richie a small smile. "I know you can, bud. Don't worry, okay?" Paul didn't want Richie to feel bad... This wasn't his fault. If anyone it was his dad's, but Paul just had to do his best to keep Richie happy and safe while also keeping his new job where he was very conscious of his new and fragile position. CCRP was pretty generous as an employer, and Paul was well aware that he was pretty average among a pool of applicants. They wouldn't be at much of a loss if he happened to break their rules and get the sack.
Pushing through the door, Paul made his way through the mostly empty cubicles. Everyone else was busy in the morning meeting... His steps were tense and hands clammy as he carried Richie hidden in his arm.
"Hi Paul!"
Paul tensed, as another new hire, a woman a couple of years younger than him called out to him, and he turned around. "Hey Melissa..."
"Everything okay? I thought you would be in the morning meeting with everyone else right now."
"Oh... Yeah. I-I just got in." Paul replied, feeling a thread pulling him toward the safety of his desk where he could sit down and let Richie out. "You know, uh... traffic." He paused, before glancing down at the heavy coat in his arms. "Snow. On the roads." God he was shit at lying.
Melissa seemed to be able to tell, and smiled gently. "Sure. I can tell Mr Davidson you got snowed in..." Sh winked.
"Thanks." Paul responded hesitantly.
"Do you want to come for drinks with us after work tonight?"
"Uh... Sorry, but... no." He swallowed. "Not tonight."
Richie was thoroughly unhappy only a few seconds under the coat. He forgot how heat could build when it can’t be ventilated out. He squirmed easily in Paul’s arms. He could feel the sweat building up as well, the way it was getting his clothes to stick to his body. He hated it.
He could hear voices, or at least one talking to Paul. His hands stayed clung onto his uncle as he merely listened. He wondered if they were friends. Or if Paul hated them. Could Paul even hate? Is that a thing he could do? He couldn’t tell. He wanted to meet them, but knew he didn’t want Paul put in time out.
Paul hesitated, excuses hitting a brick wall in his head. "Uh-..." Suddenly, he flinched as Richie kicked him in the stomach. Not hard, but he wasn't expecting it and he tensed visibly, slightly biting his tongue in surprise.
"Oh... You okay, Paul? Do you have a stomach ache?"
"... Yep. That's it."
"Oh, okay! Well, don't worry about drinks then. Hope you feel better soon! Let me know if there's anything you need."
"Thanks. I will. Bye Melissa."
Paul quickly extracted himself from the situation and made his way to his desk. He breathed out a sigh of relief as he reached the safety of the cubicle, almost falling back against the wall if he hadn't remembered that the weak material would probably have broken under his weight. After a moment, he knelt down beside his desk and carefully put Richie down, pulling the hood off of his head.
"Great job kiddo," Paul whispered. "You were very good..." Kicking aside... but he knew how much of an effort it probably was for him to keep quiet for so long.
Now being freed from being completely under the hoodie and set on the ground, he’s moving to glance around. He’s never seen an office this cool. He’s maybe seen his dad’s a few times, but never with other people nearby! It’s like a house! His hands let go of his backpack to beside the desk.
Richie moved his way to Paul’s chair first, getting and sitting on it. His first course of action was to take his shoes off, then glance at his uncle. “Who did you talk to? Can I meet her? Is she nice?” And, here’s the millions of questions a kid tended to ask. “What does she look like? Is there a photo? Can I see some of your other work friends? Are you friends? What’s a morning meeting? What do you do here? Can I work here? Can I have your tie?” A hand is idly holding one of his shoes, before he’s randomly dropping it.
His hands go to fidget with the coat. He hated it. He’s too hot in it.
Elevator doors open up onto the hallway toward the CCRP technical department, and a young, newly hired twenty-something year old Paul peers out. He holds his hands suspiciously behind his back, as if keeping something in place behind him. Seeing no one waiting in the hallway, Paul sighs quietly in relief and takes the hand of the small child behind him, quickly stepping out of the elevator before kneeling down in front of his nephew.
"You ready kiddo?" Paul whispered with a small smile, desperate to hide his anxiety. Last minute childcare responsibilities and trying not to get fired are not a good mix. "I know this morning was stressful with your dad getting called out last minute. But now we're playing spies, remember? Your mission is to go undetected for as long as you can. You have your books and your gameboy with the sound off?"
Young Richie has calmed down significantly, compared to the morning rush and switch-up of plans. But the evidence of a rushed morning and remnants of a tantrum were present on him. His shoes were two different colours, with one being blue and the other red. He wore multiple layers of clothing, with the largest and warmest being a snow jacket his father owned. Which, was evident by how long and large it hung off Richie. In one of his small hands, he held his bag by a strap and let it drag on the floor. Thankfully it was closed. Pets of his hair stubbornly stuck up.
His other hand held onto his Uncle’s, the best he could. His hand was so much smaller and sort of ended up clutching onto some of Paul’s fingers.
Richie blinked at his uncle, before he’s nodding. “In bag.” He mumbled, proving his point by holding up his bag strap and slightly tugging on said bag. “..What happens if I get found?”
Paul winced slightly at the question. How much truth exactly to tell him? Would Richie be freaked out if he knew the truth? Or would he understand if Paul leaned in too much to the pretend game. Or would that just freak Richie out more? This was exactly why he hated role-playing games. It was too much like acting.
"Well..." Paul sighed. "If anyone finds us out, then I'll be in a bit of trouble." His first real job that wasn't just running around the town delivering pizzas and his brother had to go and act like he was still able to babysit on the drop of a hat like when he was a kid... Paul hadn't been working at CCRP long, and he doubted he'd just be able to just not come to work thanks to having to look after his nephew. And with his lying ability he couldn't pretend to be sick... He very much did not want to get fired... So with no way to get out of work and apparently no one else to call...
"But it'll just be like a game of hide and seek... You're good at that. Once we get to my cubicle you can play under the table like normal. We just have to get through the office..."
Richie's eyebrows furrowed, thinking. At least, thinking for as much as little guy could. He didn't understand why Paul would do such a dangerous thing, or the worst thing someone could do. So, it couldn't even be that bad. Right?.. Well, he's going to assume the least and trust his uncle.
"You'll be in trouble. Like timeout." He commented. Timeout wasn't bad. His own dad eventually caved after an hour, with Richie tucked away in his room. Timeout isn't even awful, he just sits in his room doing whatever. He quite like timeout, on whatever rare occasion he ended up being sent to such a thing. Again, it didn't sound bad to Richie. Besides, he liked games.
His hand shuffled to adjust the long jacket on him, giving a little annoyed sound. He feels too hot. He didn't like this jacket. But he didn't bother taking it off.
"I'm okay at hide and seek." He mumbled, bringing up the jacket hood to try and look.. Or, well, hide away. It just sort of flopped onto his face and blinded him. Too big of a hood for him. But it did hide his face! Technically! "Can you pick me up and put me in a hiding spot?"
Paul hesitated, before shrugging and giving a small nod. "Yeah. Like time out. Except, when adults get put on time out from their jobs, that means they don't get money to pay for things like toys... or food."
When Richie put up the hood on his big coat, Paul chuckled quietly and pat his head. "Yeah, good idea Richie." Hopefully everyone would still be in the morning meeting, given he was slightly late after the palava this morning. But anyone in the office would probably just see him covering his coat. Hopefully...
He picked up Richie with him sitting on one arm, and tucked the little bag into the folds of the fabric. "Remember, try to be quiet as you can." He took a breath, before heading into the office area and through the hallways of cubicles toward his desk.
There’s a pout at the mention of a lack of money for food. “Don’t get in timeout, please.” Who else will spoil him with ice-cream and treat him to small pouches of candies?
He held up his arms the best he could, before easily picked up by his uncle. He always liked being picked up, he liked being tall. It was cool to see the world a bit higher than what he’s used to. He clung onto his uncle, trying to make himself look as small as possible. His hands felt a bit clammy and sweaty already. Gross.
"Yeah. Trying not to get fi-- get put on time out." Paul sighed and gave Richie a small smile. "I know you can, bud. Don't worry, okay?" Paul didn't want Richie to feel bad... This wasn't his fault. If anyone it was his dad's, but Paul just had to do his best to keep Richie happy and safe while also keeping his new job where he was very conscious of his new and fragile position. CCRP was pretty generous as an employer, and Paul was well aware that he was pretty average among a pool of applicants. They wouldn't be at much of a loss if he happened to break their rules and get the sack.
Pushing through the door, Paul made his way through the mostly empty cubicles. Everyone else was busy in the morning meeting... His steps were tense and hands clammy as he carried Richie hidden in his arm.
"Hi Paul!"
Paul tensed, as another new hire, a woman a couple of years younger than him called out to him, and he turned around. "Hey Melissa..."
"Everything okay? I thought you would be in the morning meeting with everyone else right now."
"Oh... Yeah. I-I just got in." Paul replied, feeling a thread pulling him toward the safety of his desk where he could sit down and let Richie out. "You know, uh... traffic." He paused, before glancing down at the heavy coat in his arms. "Snow. On the roads." God he was shit at lying.
Melissa seemed to be able to tell, and smiled gently. "Sure. I can tell Mr Davidson you got snowed in..." Sh winked.
"Thanks." Paul responded hesitantly.
"Do you want to come for drinks with us after work tonight?"
"Uh... Sorry, but... no." He swallowed. "Not tonight."
Richie was thoroughly unhappy only a few seconds under the coat. He forgot how heat could build when it can’t be ventilated out. He squirmed easily in Paul’s arms. He could feel the sweat building up as well, the way it was getting his clothes to stick to his body. He hated it.
He could hear voices, or at least one talking to Paul. His hands stayed clung onto his uncle as he merely listened. He wondered if they were friends. Or if Paul hated them. Could Paul even hate? Is that a thing he could do? He couldn’t tell. He wanted to meet them, but knew he didn’t want Paul put in time out.
[Good for you. Go for it! I on the other hand will be playing videogames with my noise cancellers. Think I have everything I need. Are you doing anything fun?]
[Oh, is Gary dragging you to something to look good with the neighbours again? Do you want to come here instead? Want me to make an excuse for you to him?]
[No not yet, I was planning on trying it tonight. Figured the music would be loud enough to keep me distracted.]
[Why don't you check if any of your friends are free? Knowing Ted he's probably out doing something inadvisable so Pete might be available.]
[Unless you're just looking for a quiet night, in which case fair enough.]
[Why am I pretending you're coughing? Hopefully Pete figures things out with her eventually anyway.]
[Okay, that's fair. I hope you have a good time just relaxing then. If you're not putting headphones on, are you reading a manga?]
[He bettr figure it out soon or else!!!!1 I’m getting sick of him toeing around with her!!!! And if she’s going to join the friend group or not!!!!1!1!]
[also u got me. I was actully coughing. Spit got stuck in my throat ):]
[But I will be reading and watching YouTube and also editing. All the thngs tonigjht!!]
[He is probably nervous. Just give him some time. If you don't like the uncertainty on whether or not to invite her to things because of this, and you like her, you can just ask if she wants to be included? They don't need to be dating for you to be friends with this girl if you get on with her.]
[Oh dear, don't choke. What are you working on?]
[No becase she’s a girl and she might think I’m hitting on her if I ask her to sit w/ us. Without consulting Pete. Or smth. Besides!!!! She’s the Mayor’s daughter!!!!!]
[The guy who RUNS this town, Paul?3???????]
[and if I invie her for Pete they’ll still get shy and lovely and whateva couples do that are embarrassig. I do NOT need to third wheel!!]
[he just needs assk her out and do sometng!!! Getting annoyed!!]
[Richie, you've been friends with Ruth for years. You can be friends with girls without them thinking you're being romantic or intimate.] [Message deleted]
[I'm sure she's just a normal girl. What about our crazy family makes you think that we can judge people based on who their relatives are? Maybe she'd appreciate it if people are nervous to talk to her.]
[If you become friends with her, then it won't be third wheeling, will it? It'll just be another member to your group. Are you annoyed because Pete is frustrating you, or because the situation is confusing and you don't know how to act around them?]
[Good for you. Go for it! I on the other hand will be playing videogames with my noise cancellers. Think I have everything I need. Are you doing anything fun?]
[Oh, is Gary dragging you to something to look good with the neighbours again? Do you want to come here instead? Want me to make an excuse for you to him?]
[No not yet, I was planning on trying it tonight. Figured the music would be loud enough to keep me distracted.]
[Why don't you check if any of your friends are free? Knowing Ted he's probably out doing something inadvisable so Pete might be available.]
[Unless you're just looking for a quiet night, in which case fair enough.]
[Why am I pretending you're coughing? Hopefully Pete figures things out with her eventually anyway.]
[Okay, that's fair. I hope you have a good time just relaxing then. If you're not putting headphones on, are you reading a manga?]
[He bettr figure it out soon or else!!!!1 I’m getting sick of him toeing around with her!!!! And if she’s going to join the friend group or not!!!!1!1!]
[also u got me. I was actully coughing. Spit got stuck in my throat ):]
[But I will be reading and watching YouTube and also editing. All the thngs tonigjht!!]
[He is probably nervous. Just give him some time. If you don't like the uncertainty on whether or not to invite her to things because of this, and you like her, you can just ask if she wants to be included? They don't need to be dating for you to be friends with this girl if you get on with her.]
[Oh dear, don't choke. What are you working on?]
[No becase she’s a girl and she might think I’m hitting on her if I ask her to sit w/ us. Without consulting Pete. Or smth. Besides!!!! She’s the Mayor’s daughter!!!!!]
[The guy who RUNS this town, Paul?3???????]
[and if I invie her for Pete they’ll still get shy and lovely and whateva couples do that are embarrassig. I do NOT need to third wheel!!]
[he just needs assk her out and do sometng!!! Getting annoyed!!]
Pete hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering just inches from the door as he took one final glance at the address he was sent to make sure he was in the right place. Usually, he and Richie would hit the library to study for their upcoming exams, but today was different as they’d agreed to meet here instead. He didn't exactly like the location and whole routine of studying changing but he got over it. Pete takes a steadying breath before he finally knocked on the door.
- @bunsen-burnout
@bunsen-burnout
@overactive-sweat-glands
Paul was surprised to admit to himself that he was actually a little nervous. He may not have cared about what Pete himself thought of him, but what he did care about was Richie's wellbeing and happiness. While he didn't want to interfere with that and was sure Richie didn't need his help with Pete, he didn't want to embarrass his nephew... When Richie said okay to his offer to let he and his friends study at Paul's apartment while Richie was staying over, he was a little surprised, but happy to oblige.
Paul answered the door, looking the way he always did, shirt and tie smart, though since it was the weekend he wore a dark blue cardigan over his shirt rather than a suit jacket. "Hey, Pete," Paul greeted, resisting the urge to react or comment to how much older Pete looked to when he last saw the kid. Ted mentioned his little brother often - mostly 'nerdy little brother' this or 'little nerd' that. But Paul remembered the few occasions he had seen Pete while babysitting Richie that he seemed like a polite but fun little kid. "Come in. Richie is just getting set up in the living room."
Paul watched the two start getting to work, settling into an armchair at the other side of the room with his phone, ready to start scrolling through various wikipedia articles online.
When Richie began to get more animated though, Paul frowned and looked up, glancing at him walking around the room. Poor kid. He worked so hard, and if he was struggling then Paul could only imagine how much pressure they were putting on those kids at that school. Or was it Gary? Either way, Paul could tell that he was getting stressed and feeling irritated.
He was about to pipe up and offer to get him something that might help, until Richie seemed to figure out what was up himself. After a moment, Paul stood up and picked up one of the packets of pocky from the table. "Hey..." he offered quietly, gently placing a hand on Richie's shoulder in an attempt to ground him. "Take a breath, it's okay." Carefully, he slid his finger under the cardboard of the packet and ripped the foil, trying to make as little noise doing so as possible. He didn't normally like candy, but if it was what Richie needed. He hesitantly picked out one of the sticks and held out the remainder of the packet to Pete. Biting into the candy, he was surprised that it wasn't as sweet as he thought it would be. "Mmh! It's good."
Pete blinked, taken aback by the sharpness in Richie’s tone. It came out of nowhere, like a slap in a quiet room. One second everything had been fine, and the next Richie was acting like Pete had personally set his house on fire.
He frowned, trying to replay the last few minutes in his head. Had he said something wrong? Missed some unspoken thing? As far as Pete could tell, he was just trying to help.
He stared at him, eyebrows knitting together, confusion and frustration twisting in his gut. “Okay fine, you don't want any help. Cool.” He stated quite clearly, his tone clearly of frustration.
With a little more force than necessary, Pete set the papers he had offered to Richie down on the part of the table that had been cleared off for him. The pages made a soft thwack as they hit the surface, but he didn’t care. Let Richie think whatever the hell he wanted since the other already seemed ticked off at him for whatever reason.
At the offer of the candy, Pete took one good look at it before he shook his head once. “I don’t like those ones,” He said, trying to not let his frustration be directed at Richie's Uncle. “You and Richie can have it.”
"Of course i want help. Why wouldn't I want help? I wouldn't of invited you over if I wanted to do this without someone! Or to hang out with you. Because I haven't seen you for weeks, man!" Richie prickly replied to Pete.
His head turned briefly back to Paul, posture growing more relaxed momentarily. He really did appreciate his uncle. God, he was so hungry. His head was all over the place. A snack would do him well and he can calm down, get back to studying and-- Richie's attention snapped back to Pete, or moreso the papers making a small thwack against the table. It reminds him of his mood, about each of the details in the room. That his clothes were bothering him, he could see his nose out the edge of his vision.. Jesus, he had so many things due and he still had to study! And he's sitting here, wanting a snack? Hunger could wait, right? Oh, no, it shouldn't--
His head's thrown in an uncomfortable loop, unintentionally worsened and set on the path of destruction from the papers.
It doesn't help with Pete's insistence against eating as well. Or, not joining in. So Richie felt like he couldn't have it, without them trying it first. He knew it wasn't anyone's fault, just an odd quirk he's picked up, but in the moment it was frustrating.
"Just--" He began, before his hands immediately swiped at the papers and pushing them to the ground. Richie's pushing himself to step closer to Pete. "Your fucking-- Fucking useless Pete!" He exclaimed, out of breath, before he's pacing and moving to the other side of the room. He's moving to sit in the corner, just moving his hands to his sweaty hair. Fuck, his sweaty and greasy hair. He needed another shower, even if he had one earlier today..
Sure, Richie could've left the room to regulate a bit better. But, admittedly, his mind's in a loop and felt like he shouldn't leave.
Elevator doors open up onto the hallway toward the CCRP technical department, and a young, newly hired twenty-something year old Paul peers out. He holds his hands suspiciously behind his back, as if keeping something in place behind him. Seeing no one waiting in the hallway, Paul sighs quietly in relief and takes the hand of the small child behind him, quickly stepping out of the elevator before kneeling down in front of his nephew.
"You ready kiddo?" Paul whispered with a small smile, desperate to hide his anxiety. Last minute childcare responsibilities and trying not to get fired are not a good mix. "I know this morning was stressful with your dad getting called out last minute. But now we're playing spies, remember? Your mission is to go undetected for as long as you can. You have your books and your gameboy with the sound off?"
Young Richie has calmed down significantly, compared to the morning rush and switch-up of plans. But the evidence of a rushed morning and remnants of a tantrum were present on him. His shoes were two different colours, with one being blue and the other red. He wore multiple layers of clothing, with the largest and warmest being a snow jacket his father owned. Which, was evident by how long and large it hung off Richie. In one of his small hands, he held his bag by a strap and let it drag on the floor. Thankfully it was closed. Pets of his hair stubbornly stuck up.
His other hand held onto his Uncle’s, the best he could. His hand was so much smaller and sort of ended up clutching onto some of Paul’s fingers.
Richie blinked at his uncle, before he’s nodding. “In bag.” He mumbled, proving his point by holding up his bag strap and slightly tugging on said bag. “..What happens if I get found?”
Paul winced slightly at the question. How much truth exactly to tell him? Would Richie be freaked out if he knew the truth? Or would he understand if Paul leaned in too much to the pretend game. Or would that just freak Richie out more? This was exactly why he hated role-playing games. It was too much like acting.
"Well..." Paul sighed. "If anyone finds us out, then I'll be in a bit of trouble." His first real job that wasn't just running around the town delivering pizzas and his brother had to go and act like he was still able to babysit on the drop of a hat like when he was a kid... Paul hadn't been working at CCRP long, and he doubted he'd just be able to just not come to work thanks to having to look after his nephew. And with his lying ability he couldn't pretend to be sick... He very much did not want to get fired... So with no way to get out of work and apparently no one else to call...
"But it'll just be like a game of hide and seek... You're good at that. Once we get to my cubicle you can play under the table like normal. We just have to get through the office..."
Richie's eyebrows furrowed, thinking. At least, thinking for as much as little guy could. He didn't understand why Paul would do such a dangerous thing, or the worst thing someone could do. So, it couldn't even be that bad. Right?.. Well, he's going to assume the least and trust his uncle.
"You'll be in trouble. Like timeout." He commented. Timeout wasn't bad. His own dad eventually caved after an hour, with Richie tucked away in his room. Timeout isn't even awful, he just sits in his room doing whatever. He quite like timeout, on whatever rare occasion he ended up being sent to such a thing. Again, it didn't sound bad to Richie. Besides, he liked games.
His hand shuffled to adjust the long jacket on him, giving a little annoyed sound. He feels too hot. He didn't like this jacket. But he didn't bother taking it off.
"I'm okay at hide and seek." He mumbled, bringing up the jacket hood to try and look.. Or, well, hide away. It just sort of flopped onto his face and blinded him. Too big of a hood for him. But it did hide his face! Technically! "Can you pick me up and put me in a hiding spot?"
Paul hesitated, before shrugging and giving a small nod. "Yeah. Like time out. Except, when adults get put on time out from their jobs, that means they don't get money to pay for things like toys... or food."
When Richie put up the hood on his big coat, Paul chuckled quietly and pat his head. "Yeah, good idea Richie." Hopefully everyone would still be in the morning meeting, given he was slightly late after the palava this morning. But anyone in the office would probably just see him covering his coat. Hopefully...
He picked up Richie with him sitting on one arm, and tucked the little bag into the folds of the fabric. "Remember, try to be quiet as you can." He took a breath, before heading into the office area and through the hallways of cubicles toward his desk.
There’s a pout at the mention of a lack of money for food. “Don’t get in timeout, please.” Who else will spoil him with ice-cream and treat him to small pouches of candies?
He held up his arms the best he could, before easily picked up by his uncle. He always liked being picked up, he liked being tall. It was cool to see the world a bit higher than what he’s used to. He clung onto his uncle, trying to make himself look as small as possible. His hands felt a bit clammy and sweaty already. Gross.
Elevator doors open up onto the hallway toward the CCRP technical department, and a young, newly hired twenty-something year old Paul peers out. He holds his hands suspiciously behind his back, as if keeping something in place behind him. Seeing no one waiting in the hallway, Paul sighs quietly in relief and takes the hand of the small child behind him, quickly stepping out of the elevator before kneeling down in front of his nephew.
"You ready kiddo?" Paul whispered with a small smile, desperate to hide his anxiety. Last minute childcare responsibilities and trying not to get fired are not a good mix. "I know this morning was stressful with your dad getting called out last minute. But now we're playing spies, remember? Your mission is to go undetected for as long as you can. You have your books and your gameboy with the sound off?"
Young Richie has calmed down significantly, compared to the morning rush and switch-up of plans. But the evidence of a rushed morning and remnants of a tantrum were present on him. His shoes were two different colours, with one being blue and the other red. He wore multiple layers of clothing, with the largest and warmest being a snow jacket his father owned. Which, was evident by how long and large it hung off Richie. In one of his small hands, he held his bag by a strap and let it drag on the floor. Thankfully it was closed. Pets of his hair stubbornly stuck up.
His other hand held onto his Uncle’s, the best he could. His hand was so much smaller and sort of ended up clutching onto some of Paul’s fingers.
Richie blinked at his uncle, before he’s nodding. “In bag.” He mumbled, proving his point by holding up his bag strap and slightly tugging on said bag. “..What happens if I get found?”
Paul winced slightly at the question. How much truth exactly to tell him? Would Richie be freaked out if he knew the truth? Or would he understand if Paul leaned in too much to the pretend game. Or would that just freak Richie out more? This was exactly why he hated role-playing games. It was too much like acting.
"Well..." Paul sighed. "If anyone finds us out, then I'll be in a bit of trouble." His first real job that wasn't just running around the town delivering pizzas and his brother had to go and act like he was still able to babysit on the drop of a hat like when he was a kid... Paul hadn't been working at CCRP long, and he doubted he'd just be able to just not come to work thanks to having to look after his nephew. And with his lying ability he couldn't pretend to be sick... He very much did not want to get fired... So with no way to get out of work and apparently no one else to call...
"But it'll just be like a game of hide and seek... You're good at that. Once we get to my cubicle you can play under the table like normal. We just have to get through the office..."
Richie's eyebrows furrowed, thinking. At least, thinking for as much as little guy could. He didn't understand why Paul would do such a dangerous thing, or the worst thing someone could do. So, it couldn't even be that bad. Right?.. Well, he's going to assume the least and trust his uncle.
"You'll be in trouble. Like timeout." He commented. Timeout wasn't bad. His own dad eventually caved after an hour, with Richie tucked away in his room. Timeout isn't even awful, he just sits in his room doing whatever. He quite like timeout, on whatever rare occasion he ended up being sent to such a thing. Again, it didn't sound bad to Richie. Besides, he liked games.
His hand shuffled to adjust the long jacket on him, giving a little annoyed sound. He feels too hot. He didn't like this jacket. But he didn't bother taking it off.
"I'm okay at hide and seek." He mumbled, bringing up the jacket hood to try and look.. Or, well, hide away. It just sort of flopped onto his face and blinded him. Too big of a hood for him. But it did hide his face! Technically! "Can you pick me up and put me in a hiding spot?"
Elevator doors open up onto the hallway toward the CCRP technical department, and a young, newly hired twenty-something year old Paul peers out. He holds his hands suspiciously behind his back, as if keeping something in place behind him. Seeing no one waiting in the hallway, Paul sighs quietly in relief and takes the hand of the small child behind him, quickly stepping out of the elevator before kneeling down in front of his nephew.
"You ready kiddo?" Paul whispered with a small smile, desperate to hide his anxiety. Last minute childcare responsibilities and trying not to get fired are not a good mix. "I know this morning was stressful with your dad getting called out last minute. But now we're playing spies, remember? Your mission is to go undetected for as long as you can. You have your books and your gameboy with the sound off?"
Young Richie has calmed down significantly, compared to the morning rush and switch-up of plans. But the evidence of a rushed morning and remnants of a tantrum were present on him. His shoes were two different colours, with one being blue and the other red. He wore multiple layers of clothing, with the largest and warmest being a snow jacket his father owned. Which, was evident by how long and large it hung off Richie. In one of his small hands, he held his bag by a strap and let it drag on the floor. Thankfully it was closed. Pets of his hair stubbornly stuck up.
His other hand held onto his Uncle’s, the best he could. His hand was so much smaller and sort of ended up clutching onto some of Paul’s fingers.
Richie blinked at his uncle, before he’s nodding. “In bag.” He mumbled, proving his point by holding up his bag strap and slightly tugging on said bag. “..What happens if I get found?”
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