[He stills his hands, unable to find much for scabbing and less for scars, and off-put by the clear discomfort he's causing. Richie takes a bashful step back, paws still raised but closing up aimlessly.
He regards the man, curious. Okay, so he wasn't bleeding, wasn't hurt like he'd remembered. But it had come at him with such ferocity that it felt like it just happened. Richie nibbles his lip.
When was that, even?]
I...don't know. You had a shoe and a guy threw a brick at you.
[And now that the words are sitting heavy in the open, he can see the insanity of them. It must have been a stupid dream. He looks to his feet, then aside, swinging his arms awkwardly.
BURSTS INTO TEARS, STOP BULLYING ME
He regards the man, curious. Okay, so he wasn't bleeding, wasn't hurt like he'd remembered. But it had come at him with such ferocity that it felt like it just happened. Richie nibbles his lip.
When was that, even?]
I...don't know. You had a shoe and a guy threw a brick at you.
[And now that the words are sitting heavy in the open, he can see the insanity of them. It must have been a stupid dream. He looks to his feet, then aside, swinging his arms awkwardly.
For once, he can't think of what to say.]