you really don't have to. i don't want you smelling of fish too.

. . . disgusting. whatever, you have fun with that, then.

this time, quite frankly, i haven't got a clue. you can say it's not so bad because you don't smell like trout.

. . . mother and father wouldn't be very pleased to find out you were around tonight, you know.

hylia.⠀ goodnight 😌

true. although i'm sure they wouldn't mind if i reminded you just why you should stay away.

️️ ️ ️️ ️️ ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹, 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺𝘀, ️️ ️ ️️ ️️ 𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹. ️️ ️ ️️ ️️

a threat. . ? no. i'm simply reminding you just what i'm capable of. . .

it seems 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 is in need of a not-so-gentle reminder of what he's capable of, actually.

"believe it or not, i am capable of restraining myself from being an asshole on occasion." he was frowning now.

hylia.⠀ this is so GOOOOOOD

. . . i can be.

rich let out a small sigh. he wasn't in the mood for a lecture on something he had already considered. "i will when they stop putting dead fish under my damn pillows."

he shook his head at each idea, his nose becoming more wrinkled with every suggestion. "i'm sorry, i think i skipped a couple pages. weren't you just telling me to be less of an asshole? shouldn't you be giving me suggestions on how to fix things?"

"i'm not pouting." he was. "i'm just going to give my brothers some space, i think. we could all use it."

richie swallowed hard. he was speechless for a moment, mostly because she was spot on. his wild eyes narrowed into a deadly glare. "you don't know a thing about me, so why don't we stop pretending you do, hmm?"