(Richie had been minding his own business for once in his life. He was plowing down an exaggerated twist on fried dough, complete with an abundance of whipped cream, strawberries, and some chocolate drizzle. Half of it was on his face at this point because some food just wasn't meant to be eaten while walking, but he seems completely unphased by this reality.
He's in the middle of his second bite when the guy approaches, and Richie leaves his mouth hanging uselessly open. He stares at his own treat, and then over at the guy's food, before finally looking at the guy himself and gives him a dubious look.)
What? Hell no. (Do you SEE the masterpiece he was destroying???
Except wait-.)
What are you eating? (Richie hadn't actually looked looked.)
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He's in the middle of his second bite when the guy approaches, and Richie leaves his mouth hanging uselessly open. He stares at his own treat, and then over at the guy's food, before finally looking at the guy himself and gives him a dubious look.)
What? Hell no. (Do you SEE the masterpiece he was destroying???
Except wait-.)
What are you eating? (Richie hadn't actually looked looked.)