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The faintest huff.
“… That works.”
He reached his arms out to either side, grabbing at air, to display just how distance was between the two of them now. “Perfect.”
But he wasn’t satisfied. Two minutes, three minutes, five minutes passed before his retort came out. “You don’t own the world you know.”
open
“—Too close.”
Richie scooted further away. “And now?”
o p e n
A deep inhale.
A long exhale.
“...no.”
pitiiful
“—I don’t think that’s what I asked you.”
“Look, I’m not— I don’t know why you’re ever talking to me in the first place. I’m not the guy you need. I don’t know anything about nothing because... the thing is... I don’t care to know. I wake up late in the evening, I go to work, eat a little, drink a little, go home again, repeat. That’s it. I don’t talk to anyone. No one talks to me. I’m not your guy, okay. That may not answer your question either, but it’s my answer.”
o p e n
A broken and braced middle finger is shot toward the sky. “If you’re up there– sit on it.”
Without memory, Hirokazu Koreeda (1996)
obviously my niche is the working class but i gotta say... seeing these wealthy muses is having me itching to play one of my own
“I’d sound like a major asshole if I said yes, but…” Margo didn’t really know what to say. She felt sorry for him, but she knew nobody wanted her pity. “I’m glad you trust me enough t’ actually say…”
Afraid she sounded plain stupid, she shook her head and suggested, “You wanna go get a burger or something? I know this really good 24-hour diner on 6th Ave, they have, like… really good milkshakes…? It’s on me.”
“Seriously?”
She seemed... nice, to say the least, and taken from the short amount of time the two had spoken to each other. Still, he could not think of a reason for her to want to take him out. Especially not after his whining, but...
“Okay,” he mumbled, “but on the condition that you have to tell me about yourself too.”
Dmitri threw his head back and laughed like a popular girl being polite. “You’re funny, Richie. I can’t keep a conve'sation with a cat without somethin’ t’ stimulate it.”
“Y’got anymore ‘a’ what’cha on?”
“Naw. Sorry. I, uh–” Richie looked around to see if anyone near the bus stop looked like they gave even the smallest shit about what he had on him before shrugging. “I got some coke, though.” He scratched at a particularly itchy spot on his wrist. “If you’re into that type of thing.”
“Dmitri,” he said, quickly moving on. “A’n’t’chu high as a fuckin’ kite… Jesus. It’s like y’not even a person. A fuckin’ cat has more soul in its eyes than you do.”
Richie diverted his eyes when the accusation arrived. The kid wasn’t wrong. “Well then why don’t you go talk to a cat or somethin’”
“Who th’ fuck’a you? I asked y’first, fuckin’–starin’ at me like I’m some hot piece ‘a’ tail. Th’fuck’a you, brighd eyes?” Dmitri had talked to many weirdos at this bus stop before, so why should this guy be the exception?
“Richie,” he said with the type of nonchalance of a kindergartner making friends on a playground. “Who the fuck are you?”
o p e n
“I don’t do that stuff anymore. I can’t.”
“C’mon. That’s a little better than bein’ homeless, ain’t it? Unless that’s your problem.”
“It will be if I don’t find a place soon. I got this weird lady across the hall from me now, who’s got dementia or something, and she’s been accusing me of selling drugs for the past month or two. Which I’m not. I’m buying, but I don’t sell. I never have. So I got the landlord up my ass telling me that I can move out or take a drug test, and Lord knows I can’t take the test, so... that is my life right now.”
Her shock consumes her for a moment with a heavy gasp; Camille so much as steps away with a glaring eye to ensure any that she was not in this man’s company… before hissing.
“B–folks can hea’ you!”
“They can hear you too y’know. What are you hissing at me for? I’m not the one who painted these things.” Richie stepped back from the painting, eyeing the room and the few people in it to catch on to what she was so worried about. He didn’t get it. “You’re telling me you don’t see it? Look at that painting and tell me you don’t see,” he lowered his voice, “a vagina.”
Hey don’t test me I’ll passionately monologue at you. I’ll passionately monologue at anyone. I’ll passionately monologue at myself
