I am a prophet of the ancient snake goddess

I don't need people skills. I'm a prodigy.

[richiegecxo]

+ youmaythinkyouknowme

Shit went south with Santiago, real fast. You'd think giving up your brother for a girl would be enough. No matter, he was still the Prince, and they were just taking a break. She'd be back haunting him in a matter of weeks, and he'd bet money on it. ...The money Seth had to be exact.

At least he had a car, though he stole that from Seth too. He almost felt bad about it, now. Unfortunately, he couldn't walk in the sun, still, which is why he'd ended up...wherever he was. He had no idea. All he knew was that he was hungry. And that there was a pretty girl that smelled...different, headed his way. He slid out of the car, and leaned against it. He pushed up his glasses; not that he needed them but he found they made him look younger, and offered a...well, that's supposed to be a smile...

"Hey...I think I'm lost...can you help me...?"

[wantedtheliar]

richiegecxo started following you

"Can I help you?"

[richiegecxo]

Ah, hello creepy meter. Suprised to see you here. "No, I don't think so, just passing through."

[xkhresmoi]

+richiegecxo

    ' it was common for artists to become poisoned       because they'd lick their brushes to make the       tip as fine as possible. paints before had lead.       even now oil based paints cause poisoning. '

[richiegecxo]

"Yeah, I know. Better question is, why are you telling me this?"

[wintermae]

“‘S my own fault,” she murmured when she noticed him wince at the noises her body made. “Got too into my readin’.” Sliding out of her chair she made her way around the corner and to the too small for her tastes display. “Cupcakes, Danishes, cinnamon rolls…An’ there’s a teeny bit of baklava left as well.”

Mae might have went overboard.

[richiegecxo]

"Still, I know that feeling. Except mine's from travelling so much."  Was he going with a travelling salesman thing? Who knows. He follows her, quietly delighted. Richie and food, a tragic love story. Seth was going to kill him for wasting money on this...but he could fix that with coffee.

"Uh...two cupcakes and a cinnamon roll." A pause. "Please." Hey, he did have manners. And yes, one of those things was going to Seth. ...Maybe,

[wintermae]

Mae swallowed a yawn and stretched instead, making a face when she heard the snap-crackle-pops that came with sitting in one position for too long.

"Darlin’ I have all kinds of sweets. Mostly in pastry form. But I also have some candy too.”

[richiegecxo]

Richie did manage a sympathy wince. His body had done all those noises and more after one of their car rides. He also perked up at the mention of pastries.

"...What sort of pastries?"

[richiegecxo]

[[I know it's like 4 am but does anyone want a starter for when I wake up?]]

[wintermae]

The sound of a throat clearing is enough to bring her out of her thoughts, a sheepish smile on her face.

“‘M sorry about that. Um…Did you need anythin’? Food, water, ice?”

[richiegecxo]

Friendly reminder that Richie is used to shitty motels, and shitty service. Friendly reminder that Richie is terrible at talking unless he's got Seth or a gun with him. And he's got neither. However, he leans against the wall and shrugs.

"You got anything sweet?"

[wintermae]

richiegecxo started following you

That whole ever vigilant thing she’s usually so good at? Not happening today.

At least not until the coffee kicks in.

[richiegecxo]

Yeah, well. Richie would say he gets taking a moment off.

But breaks aren't something he gets. So, he clears his throat. "Excuse me?"