@pathfated said: ❛ i wish you would’ve called . ❜
richie barks a laugh — one that entirely lacks consideration of volume. one that will surely earn him a look and a ‘shhhh!’. he’s perched cross-legged on the little section of roof in front of eddie’s window, fingers curled loosely on the sill. all too pleased with himself, in all reality. he had gotten into a hell of a fight with eddie’s mom’s trellis on the way up, but he had come away proudly victorious, with only a few leaves caught in his hair.
he blames the latter for the slight burn in his cheeks, now face-to-face with his friend, with his heart giving a stupid little jump in his chest. you missed him — of course. but who of their group didn’t? no, it just wasn’t the same without someone to rag on. bev was tough to take digs at, and stan always shut him down with flawless precision. that was all. no other reason.
❝ as much as i love talking to mrs. k, i was kinda hoping to talk to you, stupid. ❞ he speaks matter-of-fact, because he’d been shut down many a time by her curt tone, before she would promptly hang up on him ( ‘my eddie doesn’t need devils like you around him, every single one of you!’ richie would later impersonate in his shrillest tone ). of course, none of the losers were unfamiliar with mrs. kaspbrak’s wrath — and the suffocating grip she had on her son. but, richie had thought, halfway up the stupid trellis — it hadn’t stopped them as kids, it wouldn’t stop them now.
❝ c’mon eds, don’t be a pussy. we’re busting you out of the castle, princess peach, let’s gooooo. ❞ he grins, lopsided at his own joke. flicks his cigarette remorselessly into mrs. kaspbrak’s rose bushes. when there’s still hesitation — or the smug sense of eddie waiting for him to say something — he makes great show of rolling his eyes and sighing. put upon as always, of course.
❝ fiiiiiine, i missed you, okay? ❞ he goes through almost the entire motion of keeling over on the precarious rooftop before he straightens back up. but it leaves an odd beat, quiet little pause where he adjusts his glasses, glances down and away almost sheepishly. ❝ i mean — we all do. ❞ after putting himself off balance with his own unexpected sincerity, richie changes tactic slightly. just like a cat landing on your feet! leaning a little closer over the window, he sets his chin on his palm and bats his eyelashes with a feline smile.
❝ … soooo pretty please can you come with us to the movies? promise to get you back home before the clock strikes twelve and you turn into a pumpkin. ❞
