of course! i'll get right on it, thank you very much! c:
okay... i'm p sure i haven't submitted this for a previous sotw so...
✧ location: bennett home ♦ first floor ♦ dining room ✧ mood: starving ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧✧ ooc: [COLOR=#red]rip richie ✧[/COLOR] Richie had finished his breakfast relatively quickly, scarfing down the food faster than you'd expect from a boy his size. He leaned back in his chair slightly, and released a happy sigh. That food was good... it hit the spot, most certainly! "Good morning, Rich." The blonde felt a peck on his cheek as his best friend sat down next to him. He smiled at her, and greeted, "Hey Elisa! How did you slee-" Before the boy could utter another word, he spat up blood all over the table. He felt sharp pains in his mouth, chest, throat, and most especially his stomach. More blood followed as he clutched his stomach, falling off the chair. He curled into a ball and began weeping as blood continued to drip out of his agape mouth. Suddenly, it got much harder to breathe. He began gasping for air, reaching a hand up for someone to help. His loud wails of pain died down to a bone-chilling silence. The last thing Richie saw before he past was Elisa. He attempted to reconcile on all their fond memories before he became unconscious. The first time they met... when he came out to her... all their "dates" over the years... the musical. Time seemed to slow down as he at long last closed his eyes, envisioning Elisa's smiling face, along with his family and Zach. He mouthed a sorrowful 'goodbye' before finally resting.
✧ location: bennett home ♦ first floor ♦ dining room ✧ mood: starving ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧✧ ooc: -- ✧ A low growl echoed across the increasingly crowded dining room. His stomach literally felt like it was digesting itself, and it kind of hurt. That... cannot be healthy. The deliciously seductive scent of food was growing stronger, more pungent, as it lingered in the stale air. He couldn't quite put his finger on what noms awaited behind the door, so he let his imagination take the reigns. Sophie's family had lots of money, obviously, so maybe it's something really fancy. Like... caviar with toast, or something like that. The blonde had never had caviar before. He wondered if it tasted good or not. Or... or maybe it was some sort of expensive "dinner for breakfast" sort of thing, where there was like salmon or steak served over eggs... mmm... After much anticipation, the food finally arrived. The boy's jaw hung agape as the mesmerizing nourishment was laid throughout the table. It wasn't what he expected exactly, but he really didn't care right now. The point was that there was finally some food...! He was the first up, springing out his seat with excitement. He grabbed the pancakes first, then the eggs, followed by the bacon, a mini-waffle, and a chocolate chip muffin. By the looks of it, there also was some sausage, English muffins, toast ( white, wheat, and potato ), and some biscuits. Sitting down, Richie eyed the food hungrily and began to eat. He was so busy eating and enjoying the scrumptious food in front of him, he didn't even notice the butler had slipped out of the room and returned with drinks. He placed them down next to him, and Richie smiled at him as he walked past. The boy began again to scarf the food down, in an orderly manner. This wasn't breakfast at his home; he had to be respectful and have some sort of etiquette here. Sporadically, he took sips of the beverage at intervals between contemplating whether to stop eating now, or finish his plate. Every time, the howling in his stomach reminded him of his only option at the moment: eat, eat, eat.
✧ location: bennett home ♦ first floor ♦ kitchen // dining room ✧ mood: normal ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧✧ ooc: -- ✧ "You are being too loud." // "Sophie, mind your manners. Good morning, Richie." Richie quickly placed his hands over his mouth with a muted gasp. Sophie seemed... upset with him. Or maybe she drank last night too, and loud noises irritated her. Either way, the boy peeped a ( in a much quieter tone ) sincere, "Oh... I'm sorry. I'll try to make less noise." He added a 'good morning' specifically for the butler, since he addressed him solely. But what he ( the butler ) said before the greeting really made the blonde worried. Mind your manners...? Usually people said that if someone was upset at somebody and trying to calm them. This caused Richie to think Sophie was actually mad at him... he would keep his distance, for sure. "Sophie, please move everyone to the dining room, it is getting crowded." // "Alright, follow me." The girl led them into the dining room, which was bigger than he expected. At home, there was just a small, rectangular table with four chairs on each side for each member of the Duvont family. Then again... the brunette's home was pretty voluminous and expensive-looking, so it shouldn't have surprised the boy as much as it did. She continued, "This is the dining room my parents used for parties and such, the other is through that door, but we won't be using it." No wonder why... Nobody seemed to be sitting down yet, so Richie took advantage of this and chose first. The heads of each table... no, Sophie would probably want to sit at one of them ( this was her home, after all ), plus she probably wouldn't like someone she was peeved at sitting at one of the best seats at the table. Instead, he chose to sit on the right side of the table, third chair. That way, he'd have room for both Elisa and Zach to sit, if they woke up in time to catch breakfast. "I can't wait for breakfast...!" the blonde said enthusiastically, in a hushed tone. He would have to eat with these people at the moment, so he might as well try to say something. A silence had befallen them once Sophie and the butler vanished back into the kitchen, which made him slightly uncomfortable and unnerved. Besides, trying to provoke conversation couldn't hurt, right?
✧ location: bennett home ♦ second // first floor ♦ guest room // kitchen ✧ mood: bittersweet ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: zach ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧✧ ooc: -- ✧ Richie awoke with a moan and sat up, squinting his eyes. The sunlight shining through the crystal windows was literally blinding him. It felt like someone was shining a beam of light directly into his eyes. The boy was tempted to shut his eyes and attempt to fall asleep again, until he peered at the time on his phone ( 10:56 am ). He growled under his breath and forced himself out of bed, almost collapsing to the floor from exhaustion. The blonde peered back to the bed, spotting Zach sprawled across the bed. ...He was naked. Richie looked down at his own figure. ...He was also naked. Did they... fuck last night? His memory of last night was kind of fuzzy... something about a pool? He remembered Quentin vaguely, but the memory of Zach was a little more vivid. But still... he couldn't remember for the life of him if they actually did it ( the boy assumed so though ). He wondered what they said to each other as they made love. Was it sweet, cute talk... or more sexual, void of emotion? Looking at the other blonde with a slight smile, Richie figured it was sweet talk. Zach was very sweet whenever they had conversations, like he actually listened and cared. Other than Elisa, he didn't really have many deep conversations with anyone else. He never really spoke much with Bryan, Quentin, or Tucker anymore; his attraction to them seemed to be more physical, rather than emotional. He was, of course, fine with that sort of attraction, but having a real connection--a real bond--with someone he was fond of was pretty... nice. Richie hovered over Zach, after dressing himself in the clothes he wore yesterday, contemplating whether or not to wake him. He seemed to be resting peacefully; he didn't want to ruin his relaxation. Instead, he simply kissed his forehead and whispered, "Thanks for last night...". Releasing a happy sigh, despite the throbbing pain the boy felt in his head, Richie exited the room, closing the door quietly so as to not wake Zach. He headed down the stairs and noticed some bodies in the kitchen. He found himself drawn to them, due to a craving for interaction and nourishment. The promising scent of food drew the blonde to the small crowd in the kitchen. There was Sophie, the butler ( who was cooking some delicious-looking nomnoms ), and... two others he didn't know. He sighed from slight embarrassment over not knowing their names ( even though they looked vaguely familiar ), crossing over his legs and placing his hands behind his back. "Good morning everyone...!" The boy said semi-cheerfully, bowing slightly.
ooc: mega short post is short gomen i have to get to bed x: WARNING: SENSITIVE MATERIAL Spoiler The pleasure Richie felt as Zach overpowered him outweighed the pain. The connection the duo shared was unmatched, not even in the same ballpark, as others he shares in the past. The tingle his lips felt as Zach kissed him, the rush he felt whenever he touched him, the pure bliss he experienced whenever he was inside of him. Their love making was passionate and sweet, yet raunchy and over-the-top sexy. It was the best sex the blonde ever had. Tongues pressed against each other, fighting and swapping secrets. One found its eay trailing down the other's neck to his chest, then down even further. There was a rhythm that developed between the two males: a rhythm that changed from a fast tempo, to a slow dance, to an average rate. The moans and groans were ones of sincere pleasure, echoing and rebounding throughtout the steamy room. By the time the two had tired out, Zach untangled himself from the panting mess known as Richie. He immediately clinged to his bare chest, hearing the gentle thump of his heartbeat. He kissed the chest lightly, and rested his weary head on it once again. His eyes peered up to Zach, who was deeply staring into space. With a yawn, the boy pondered what is playmate was thinking about. Richie began to do some thinking himself: where would they go from this? What would they become? Would a relationship form? Every other time the blonde had sex, it was a drunken one night stand with someone he'd never met before. But with Zach... it was different. They actually spent time together, had meaningful conversations with each other, and texted almost everyday. With a happy sigh, the boy drifted off to sleep, curled around Zach and gripping him tightly.
WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT "Let's get you in bed. A bed. My bed. The bed that is mine. You following me?" Richie began blushing intensely. /He looks so hot.../ He was astonished at how forward his friend was... he also found that sexy. Whenever he was drunk, he could be quite forward himself. It was only then the blonde noticed the features of Zach: his chiseled features, his soft smile, his lucious lips. "Of course~" he responded with a giggle to Zach's request. The boy took Zach's hand and allowed him to lead him to an empty bedroom. He threw himself onto the bed and rolled over on his stomach, his legs moving in a scissor like motion ( as in forward and back ). He shot a gaze of innocent puppy eyes at his friend, who was eyeing him seductively. He moaned sexually and bit his lips lightly as he ran his fingers through his hair. "What are you waiting for, Zachie poo...? I'm waiting~" the boy exclaimed a little too loudly. He was getting so excited and anxious. /Just f uck me already.../
✧ location: bennett home ♦ second floor ♦ bathroom ✧ mood: drowsy // horny ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: zach ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 // warning: sexual content! ✧ The pounding on the bathroom door caused Richie to jolt awake. He almost fell off the toilet, where he fell asleep after perfecting his hair, when his body shook. He felt drowsy and slightly disoriented as he stood up, holding his hair. He yawned, then shook again as he heard the booming voice of Zach from beyond the door, "Coooooome oooooon!" The blonde suddenly felt a tingle in his pants. He had a gut feeling Zach wanted to get in his pants, and it made him hot. The way he spoke to him gave off that impression. The boy wasn't sure if he felt the same way, but all he knew now was that he wanted to be fucked... Badly. He chimed a sexual, "Ooooh... is that you Zach?" Richie giggled sensually and added, "You can come right on in... I'm decent~!"
✧ location: bennett home ♦ floor two ♦ guest room ✧ mood: average ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: bryan ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧ "I think you've both had enough." Richie heard Erik say as he snatched his bottles. He whimpered and frowned childishly, his lips pouting. "Th...that's not fair! That's m-mine...!" The boy attempted to reach for the bottles. They were a lot higher than he thought... "Aw buttcheeks... I can't r-*hiccup*-reach it!!" Erik then added, "The both of you could probably do for some rest." Richie let out an over dramatic sigh, almost as if he was dying, and exclaimed, "B-but I feel f...fine!" It seemed like they weren't even listening to them as Erik motioned to Bryan. He felt two strong hands upon his shoulders that began to push. The boy's feet were shuffling across the floor as he was forced to the second floor. "W...where are we going, B-Bryan...? Are you t-taking me to the b-bed to fuck me...?!" The older man didn't even pass him a glance as they entered the room. "I'd...let you fuck me so h-*hiccup*-hard, y-you know..." The boy called out with a slur of chuckles. The duo exited the room with a slam of the door, causing the blonde to sigh. He just wanted to get laid... was that too much to ask?! He turned to Elisa as she spoke. "Rich... this kind of sucks now. I wanted to cuddle babe. You know I like cuddling... I'm much more respon... responsi.... responsible! Much more responsible as this... Aw'man I probably looked like such an idiot back there... and in font of Bryan! Aw... rats. Should have just played it cool and asked for hugs..." "I...*hiccup*...feel ya Elisa. I...I think I w-was too forward t-too... we can always cuddle..." Without even waiting for her reply ( though he could guess it pretty accurately ), Richie got up and flopped onto his best friend's bed. He nudged his way closer to her until his and her faces were mere centimeters apart. He wrapped his arms around her delicately, snuggling up close to her. This lasted for at least five minutes, until Richie felt ( and heard ) a menacing grumble in his stomach. He looked worriedly to Elisa and apologized as he left the bed. Despite his impaired condition, Richie found the bathroom with relative ease. He quickly slammed the door shut and shoved his head into the toilet bowl. He threw up slightly, then felt his stomach mumble again. His eyes widened as he stood up and hurriedly sat his buns on the rim. After cleansing himself, Richie also wiped the faint traces of barf from his lips. He looked into the mirror and slightly adjusted his hair. It looked... okay. The pool most certainly didn't help; it felt his hair feeling stringy and nappy. He sighed and hiccuped, perfecting it some more. His eyes were red as he peered into the mirror once again. His hot breaths fogged up the reflective surface. The boy titled his head slightly in curiosity as he placed a hand in front of his face and huffed. It... did not smell pleasant. He scrunched up his face in disgust as he coughed slightly. Luckily, the medicine cabinet had some mouthwash. "I... I'm sure Sophie w-won't mind if I just use... a little..." He rinsed his mouth several times until he was satisfied with the scent. That hair still didn't look correct. Richie sighed and began to adjust his hair once again.
✧ location: bennett home ♦ foyer ( ? ) ✧ mood: upset // average ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧ They were so close... but something didn't feel right. He felt a dark presence looming over them, but Richie didn't care. Still, he continued to lean in, eyeing Quentin's deliciously soft lips. Strong hands picked the boy up and tossed him further into the pool. The unexpected contact with the water sent a shock throughout the blonde's body as he felt the chlorine-filled water sting his open green eyes. He breathed in, coughing on the water that had entered his lungs. He floated to the surface without much effort, and he lay there, still, for a moment to collect his thoughts, which became clearer and less-jumbled. Who pushed him... why? "Richie, sober up, you're drunk." The voice shot through Richie as the boy rubbed his eyes and looked to the stairs to see the mystery figure still looming over it, drink in hand. Its blonde hair, stern face, and harsh tone of voice made it clear who it was. His inner questions were answered... it was Torvald. Richie felt his blood boil and his face go hot. He was this close to shouting at his tosser, but then remembered how much he disliked yelling and being angry. It reminded him too much of the relationship between his fath--Arthur, and his mother. It seemed like they argued every night about something different. Four year old Richie was confused, and scared, every time he heard glass break or screams from his dear mother... he would cry himself to sleep every night, wishing for his mother's safety. Some days he'd see her cover her arms in long clothing, despite it being warm out. Despite being very young, the blonde could easily piece together why she acted so strange. Other days she would have a black eye, and give the age-old excuse of running into a door. But Richie wasn't naïve enough to believe that; he knew all the things Arthur had done to Mom... ...That man was a monster, and he hated him. Letting out a shaky breath over the recollection of those horrid memories, the boy slowly made his way over to where he and Quentin once were together. Torvald hadn't moved since the toss, which Richie found a little odd. Was this his way of gloating, by observing the scene where he performed such a rude action? He sat on the steps, wiping the excess water off his face. "Some other time..." Hot breaths fell on the boy's ear and neck, where the speaker's lips almost touched, leaving him flustered. He turned around sharply, to see Quentin waving goodbye and exiting the pool area. Despite all that happened, the boy found a reason to let out a weak smile. Richie, after shaking his head obnoxiously to remove some water, stood up and left the pool. A chill greeted him and caused him to shiver as he ran to his tote bag, where he found a towel placed next to it. He thought back to the butler, who seemed to be omnipresent, and wrapped himself in it, allowing the warmth to surround his body. His eyes shot to Torvald in disgust as he opened his mouth to speak. He would inquire about why the older man tossed him off of Quentin, but that would only cause confrontation. Richie decided he would let it go. After dying himself off and dressing in his original clothes, the boy left the pool area, still sour about the incident. He observed the new area, and immediately spotted Elisa. Oh gosh, he totally forgot about her and Zach! He peered behind him and saw Zach still by the pool. "Come...*hiccup*...on Zach!" he called out playfully as he made his way over to his best friend. Midway, the boy stopped and realized he didn't have a drink! Well that just wouldn't do, now would it? He sneaked off and grabbed another two bottles, hoping the butler wouldn't notice and scold him. Opening one of the bottles, Richie approached Elisa and the two others she was speaking with: Bryan and Erik. He tapped Elisa on the shoulder and murmured with slurred words, "Sorry I kind of ditched you b-back at the p...ool. I thought I could-*hiccup*-get somewhere with Quentin, but then Torvald ruined it...! What a j...erk, right?" He looked to the two others, and smiled at them, taking another drink. "S-sorry, I didn't inter...rupt a-anything did I...?"
✧ location: bennett home ♦ indoor pool ✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: quentin ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 // suggestive themes...! ✧ "I think I'm just fine over here..." Richie sighed sadly, but then Quentin continued. "...You're free to join me, of course." Oh. My. God. A tingle shot through Richie's body as he swam his way over to the shallow end. His light body easily slid over the water and he soon reached the admired one. Damn, Quentin looked sooo fucking hot up close. The water all over his body made it shine, and he looked so... delicious. His build was a little better than most the boy had seen, which only turned him on more. "S-so... uhhhhh, how are you feel...ing...?" His voice trailed off as Richie edged closer to his crush until the two were almost touching. His breaths became more shallow... his hands found their way onto Quentin's legs. He began to lean in and he whispered softly , "I... need you..."
✧ location: bennett home ♦ indoor pool ✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: quentin ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡✧✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 // suggestive themes...! ✧ "This is your last bottle, Mr. Duvont. Your consumption has made you invalid for driving home. You will be spending the night." Sophie had a butler?! He wasn't dressed like one though, plus weren't they usually older? Or was that just in the movies...? What a killjoy. Oh well, it really didn't matter; what did matter was that he got his booze. He happily opened the bottle and chugged almost half of it. Oh that shit was good. He quietly thanked... the butler and mini-dove back into the pool. He didn't even notice that Quentin had dived into the pool as well and was leaning against the wall in the shallow end. "Why... don't you join me over here?" The boy hiccuped, which was followed by a low giggle. "I promise the big bad water w...won't bite...~" He smirked playfully, then finished the bottle of alcohol as he waited to see Quentin's move. If he decided against it, Richie could simply swim over to wear he was. He imagined nudging ever so closely to the older boy until he was practically on top of him. Images flashed through his mind of the various sexual activities they'd do together. He felt a sensation arise in his pants. The blonde smirked again, this time much more devilishly.
✧ location: bennett home ✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: zach ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ // quentin ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧ "You look like you're enjoying yourselves. This is a nice place Sophie's got, huh?" Richie looked up from the water to see Quentin looming over him. Oh gosh, they hadn't seen or spoken with each other in quite a while. The boy was almost at a lost words since this was so unexpected. He swam over to his drink and took a swig of it, finally replying, "Uh... yeah, it's pretty nice I'd say. Erm, I've never been here so it took me by surprise." He mini-dived into the depths of the pool, and emerged kicking and splashing playfully. With a chuckle, he added, "In case you couldn't tell my fave part is the pool-" His chuckle erupted into a laughing fit that much longer than it should have. Finally, he continued, "...and the alcohol!" For some reason, he felt he had to impress Quentin. They hadn't seen each other in what felt like forever, so this meeting felt... special( ? ). He exited the pool, the cold enveloping his body. He shivered as he climbed onto the diving board and swished his hair to one direction. He smirked and dived into the ten-foot pool elegantly. His slim frame cut through the water like a bullet. Once again, the blonde boy emerged from the depths of the pool and shook his hair out. He smiled at Quentin. "You know, the water's fine. And you look mighty chilled as well, why won't you join me...?" His voice sounded lazily sexy, which must have seemed odd to pretty much everyone except those he'd partied with in the past. As if like clockwork, Richie took another gulp of his alcoholic beverage. He still couldn't quite put his finger on what it was exactly, but it didn't matter anyway. He shook the bottle and heard the liquid tumble inside in the glass cage. He was almost out... he sighed. "Could someone get me another bottle?" He exclaimed, hoping someone would abide to his request.
✧ location: bennett home ✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: zach ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧ The click of a camera caused Richie to look in its direction, where he saw Elisa. She greeted them with a perky 'merry christmas!'. His already large grin grew even bigger as she approached them and handed each a present. Omg, it was so cutely wrapped that the boy almost didn't want to open it. He opened it very carefully though, preserving the amazing wrapping. The presents she got him left him speechless. They were... so cute omg omg omg...! After Elisa took another picture, Richie immediately hugged her tightly. He said happily, "These presents are soooo cute, Elisa! Thank you so so so much!!" He was practically jumping up and down with excitement as he added, "I left your present at my house, gomen. But I'll give it to you next time we see each other!!" Stepping back, the boy admired his best friend's outfit. It looked so great! Elisa always had such an amazing sense; it made Richie slightly jealous. He was simply wearing the owl sweater he got from his mom just hours prior; this one had to definitely be one of his new faves! The collar of a black shirt could be seen over the sweater, with the key necklace hanging in plain sight. Under those were a pair of faded purple pants, which were sporadically outfitted with cream feathers. To finish the outfit off, Richie threw on a pair in Timberland boots. Looking down at his outfit, the boy realized it wasn't very Christmas-y. But hey, it was an alright outfit. It didn't compare to Elisa's though. As she handed the two a drink, he said, "Your outfit looks real cute today!" Richie guzzled down the cup of... whatever this was. It was pretty tasty too, at least much tastier than the drinks he'd had at other parties. Ever since he stopped going to therapy, his social life had vastly improved. He became a very popular guy, and was invited to a lot of parties. Some were better than others, obviously, but he felt that this one would be one to remember. He went to some of those parties with Elisa, and the duo always had a blast together. But something about this one felt... different. Like something big was going to happen... something really memorable. Excusing himself, Richie went to get some more drinks. He threw the cup out, and instead took a whole bottle of what he assumed was the delicious alcohol he just drank. He took a swish of it, and giggled. He went back to his friends, and asked, "Anybody want some more...?" The blonde boy wasn't anywhere near drunk yet, but he'd get there soon enough. Whenever Richie was drunk, he became a totally different person ( or so he was told ). Apparently, he became extremely horny and vulnerable. A small section of his brain was screaming at him, telling him not to get smashed like he was at that last party. ...He took another gulp. Taking his friends' hands, Richie dragged them to the pool area. There was only... the boy with brown hair there. His name still alluded him. He sighed, slightly frustrated, and stared at the pool. It looked so alluring... so inviting. He changed into his bathing suit ( being sure to only have his buns showing to his friends ) and took a giant chug of the bottle. He shouted happily as he cannonballed into the heated pool. He rose to the surface and rubbed the water out of his eyes, motioning for Elisa and Zach to join him.
✧ location: bennett home ✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: zach ❤ ❤ ❤ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧ "Come here often?" The familiar voice made Richie giggle as Zach appeared in front of him. He smiled cheerfully and gave a playful reply, "Actually... no, this is my first time... h-how about you...?" His false timidness surely would make him much cuter, as he'd heard come out of his friend's mouth on many occasions during rehearsal. Was Zach into him? Was he even gay / bi in the first place? The boy was tempted to ask, but then it'd ruin their little "roleplaying" session. Richie continued his role eagerly. He nervously played with his hands, chewed his lip slightly, and darted his eyes away whenever Zach looked into them. There was silence between the two, so Richie felt compelled to revive their conversation that had digressed into cute actions. "S-so... anything n-new Zach? H-how have you been...?" Keeping up the quiver in his voice was a challenge, certainly, but the green-eyed boy enjoyed it nonetheless. As he waited anxiously for Zach's answer, Richie took advantage of this to survey his host's home. It was quite... unique, compared to many others he'd seen. In fact, he hadn't seen anything like this. The interior design and decor was the odd combination, indeed. It looked like it was designed by two people with entirely different tastes; it seemed as if the two designs were clashing, but somehow muddled together into something that looked half-decent. Richie would have to compliment Sophie's home next time he saw her, and inquire about who did the designing / decorating. But for now, the boy turned his attention back to Zach, still awaiting his answer. Damn, he looked especially good today.
Spoiler: bum day with da pooch doh straight bummin with my homie doh
✧ location: duvont home // bennett home ✧ mood: jolly ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ✧ ooc: merry christmas! <3 ✧ Richie awoke with a toothy grin as he inhaled deeply. The alluring scent of sugar cookies lingered in the air. He literally sprung out of bed, landing on his Christmas-themed, sock-covered feet. He checked his phone, whose background was also Christmas related. He truly felt like a giddy child as he threw on a pair of comfy pajama pants, a sweatshirt, and some slippers. The boy peered into the mirror, and found the condition of his hair to be most unsavory. He brushed and teased it to perfection, then sprinted down the stairs into the adorned living room. He greeted his family, all of which were already downstairs. Ryder didn't pay much attention to him, or look very jolly. This was to be expected though, considering the type of person his identical twin was. His mother and Ariella, on the other hand, replied with a warm 'merry christmas!' and inviting smiles. Together, the family unwrapped all their presents. Though Richie found out Santa Clause didn't exist many years ago, the magic of Christmas never wore off to him. From Ryder the blonde-haired boy got a simple pair of socks. He giggled ( because he already predicted that Ryder would give him something like that ) and gave his brother a hug, even despite his twin's attempt to sneak away. Mama Duvont got him some cute sweaters ( the owl, cat, and deer ones ), while his sister gave him a few Agatha Christie books ( btw, her books are primarily murder mysteries ). Richie felt extremely grateful to have such a caring and generous family. They shared cookies, milk, and laughs soon afterwards. Richie was surprised at how voluminous Sophie's home was. The boy listened closely to her announcement; what he gathered was essentially pool, condoms, and alcohol. Now this would be a fun party, most certainly. Fortunately, he came prepared with a bathing suit, since he'd hear around that she had a pool. Some people began to disband, so Richie headed out back to the pool. He was greeted by a truly bone-chilling scene ( in the sense it was freezing lol ), and he decided the pool wasn't such a good idea. There was just one person out back with brown hair, sitting by the edge of the pool. He seemed familiar, but Richie couldn't put a name to the face. They have most certainly never spoken before, but how did he seem so familiar? Where had Richie seen him...? Oh, of course... rehearsals! He was one of the extras, if memory served correctly. Since it was just the two of them, Richie felt a little awkward, so he headed back inside. He wasn't in the mood to meet someone new, he'd rather hang out with someone he knew already. Perhaps Elisa or Zach, or even Noëlle. His phone vibrated in his pocket; he sighed and looked at who texted him... Ryder? What was he doing texting him...? Text from Ryder: Ur at that party rite?Mom's tweakin' bout drugs/alcohol/girl.Told her to relax.Ya' know, drive fast take chances. Um... okay? Richie was slightly confused over why his twin would text him over something so obvious, but it didn't matter anyway. He replied with a simple 'yeah i am... okay thanks' and slid the phone back into his pocket. He reentered the foyer, to see that virtually no one had left yet. Perfect... the boy attempted to scout anyone he could talk with.
✧ location: duvont home ✧ mood: cheerful ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ✧ ooc: -- ✧ Richie stretched his back dramatically, almost falling over backwards in the process. With a yawn, he stared at the marvels he created along with Ariella: the Christmas decorations. At long last, they were up! It finally felt like Christmas, at least in the Duvont home. This year, it seemed the jolly holiday had been neglected; whenever he drove around, he noticed there weren't as many decorations as in years past. It was indeed a sad sight, since Christmas was one of his fave holidays [ despite it being in December ]. It seemed like no one had the joyful Christmas spirit this year! Nonetheless, Richie was still extremely proud of his and his sister's creation. They'd managed to turn their boring home into a beautiful wonder! The tree was finally up, the lights were pinned to the wall, and the various other Christmas-related decors were also placed spontaneously around the house [ Santa welcome mat, Santa and reindeer plushies everywhere... things of that sort ]. The smell of cinnamon and peppermints lingered throughout the once-stingy home since they placed an assorted of scented candles in practically every room of the house [ Richie's room had 'Sweet Sugar Cookies' ]. Giving Ariella a thoughtful hug and a kiss on the cheek, the cheerful boy headed upstairs. Changing out of his clothes, Richie quickly popped into the shower. He had virtually no stresses or sexual tensions, so the need for pleasure was nonexistent. The shower didn't last very long, since Richie was feeling more and more drained, ironically enough. Once he completed his cleansing, the boy felt like he couldn't even stand up. He quickly tossed on a pair of boxers and a plain t-shirt and collapsed onto his bed. He shot Elisa a good night text... Text to Elisa bby: bonsoir elisa! <3rehearsals today was kinda boring, don't you think??anyway, it was fun to see you ofc so it wasn't so bad i guess lolanyway... yeah...! night night!sleep tight don't let the bedbugs bite * 3 * ...And with that, Richie plugged his phone into the charger and fell asleep almost immediately.
✧ location: duvont home ✧ mood: tired ✧ theme: tea? ✧✧ affection: -- ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ✧ ✧ ooc: -- ✧ Text to Elisa bby: good night elisa!!i'm so pooped from our hang out session today!it was sooo much fun!! ^ u ^ oh, and i saw youposted our cupcake video! it looks so kawaii! danke babes..! ; ^ ;ANYWAY i'll see you tomorrow at rehearsals! have a good night~ <33 A tired smile spread across Richie's face as he sent the text and plugged his phone in the charger. He yawned obnoxiously and stretched as he fell onto his cushioned bed, his eyes watering slightly. Rubbing them, the boy let out a comfortable sigh; he was tempted to fall asleep right there, but sleeping in your clothes gross. Groaning, he forced himself off the inviting bed and changed into another pair of boxers and a plain tee shirt. Richie snuggled under the warm covers, surrounding his body with the comforting heat. Though he didn't exactly favor the cold season, this was one thing he absolutely adored: wrapping yourself up in a plush blanket to stay warm from the brisk cold. It almost felt like someone was hugging him... it was a soft, sweet hug. He cuddled even closer into a ball and rested his head on the pillow, allowing himself to sink even further into its feathery delight. The green-eyed boy fought the urge to let his mind reconcile on the day he had... he was much too exhausted to think. All the fun he had with Elisa today truly sapped all the energy from his body, leaving him a sleepy shell. ...And yet, the poor boy couldn't resist remembering the great day he had. After hibachi,--which was super yummy--he and Elisa came back to his house and recorded a new video. He thought back to the little argument the two friends had over which video to record: the French macaroon one, or the DIY pearl kitty ears video. Ultimately, since Elisa posted their last baking video, they decided to film the DIY. It went successfully; they only had two mistakes throughout the whole process! Turning his head on its side, the blonde-haired boy opened one eye slowly to view the final product that rested on his nightstand [ where his phone and medication were also located ]. He gave a weak smile at the memory, and turned his head back to its original position. With another yawn, this time much softer, Richie drifted off to a peaceful sleep...
