Pete was walking down the hall when he spotted his friend Richie. Without hesitation, Pete quickened his pace to catch up, reaching out and grabbing Richie’s shoulder. "Richie! Where have you been for the last two weeks?" Pete asked, his voice filled with genuine concern. "I was starting to think something had happened to you—like maybe you'd gone missing, or worse... dead! I even talked to your uncle to see if anyone knew where you were."
- @bunsen-burnout
Richie’s blinked over quickly at Pete, having been in his own head and thinking about something moments prior. He’s quick to a light smile, before it turns into mild confusion. “Two weeks?” Eyes glancing down the hall briefly, before back at him. “I was just at my home, in my room. I was actually figuring out stop-motion with some of my figurines! Who knew stop-motion could be so expressive with just a few figurines?”
After a few moments, his eyebrow raised. “You talked to Uncle Paul?”