[When his hands are gathered up he leans hard into the reception. He squeezes back, gasping through his bawl and trying to hold Prior's gaze even through his miserable humiliation. He gives a big sniff, rounds up the pricks in his eyes again, tries to stuff it all back into the corall, but Prior swears so ferociously to help he's overcome all over again.
He must look like a real baby, bawl it up baby! Go home and cry to mommy!
And that's just it, isn't it? What he really wishes is that he could just say all this to Mom and Dad, and that they wouldn't poo poo him or make him swear off the horror pictures or whatever else. That they'd make all the promises Prior is and they'd mean it, and it would mean something.
He doesn't know what Prior could do. Whether being magic yourself made it possible to see, because the rest of the grown folks for sure couldn't.
Richie huffs again, sucks back a sob and pulls a hand free to wipe at his eyes, his nose.]
I—I don't wanna know what its shit would look like. Maybe just kick its head off.
[He pauses.
Then his arms thread around Prior's neck, standing on tippy toes and working through the last of his hiccups in the shelter of his shoulder.]
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He must look like a real baby, bawl it up baby! Go home and cry to mommy!
And that's just it, isn't it? What he really wishes is that he could just say all this to Mom and Dad, and that they wouldn't poo poo him or make him swear off the horror pictures or whatever else. That they'd make all the promises Prior is and they'd mean it, and it would mean something.
He doesn't know what Prior could do. Whether being magic yourself made it possible to see, because the rest of the grown folks for sure couldn't.
Richie huffs again, sucks back a sob and pulls a hand free to wipe at his eyes, his nose.]
I—I don't wanna know what its shit would look like. Maybe just kick its head off.
[He pauses.
Then his arms thread around Prior's neck, standing on tippy toes and working through the last of his hiccups in the shelter of his shoulder.]