( AN OPEN POST #2 )

[charmlessness]

 
 
 

you know the drill. pick your poison (not entirely limited to those listed). reply with a prompt in the form of a post, photo, song, text, voicemail, whatever your heart desires & receive a response. simple, right? right.

 
 
 

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You shouldn't look so freaked out, you know.

[ it's less than comforting, but richie wouldn't know how to do the thing if he tried. the basis of connection is often successful based on how comfortable one is with another. considering he's not only held his gun in her direction, but questioned her intentions before ever introducing himself? well, it doesn't take a psychologist to see he'd made a mistake.

still, this doesn't concern him. in fact, the only bother, at this point, is the mishap at the front desk. sure, he hadn't given his actual name, but you didn't miss a thing like "walter kissinger." ]

If I wanted to kill you, you'd already be dead.

[ richie buttons his sleeve at his elbow, echoing the motion at his other arm. he doesn't have a habit of murdering young girls, and if he did, he'd at least need a reason. the gun was meant for a threat; if this — lydia had any intention of hurting him, that look in her eyes would have long since disappeared. ]

Besides, the gun's not for pretty girls. [ he grins. the intent isn't as serious as its execution. ] It's for hotel lobbyists who don't know how to do their goddamn jobs.

[ he can hear seth's shut up, richard from miles away. ]

Forget it. Bad joke.