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[grahamcommawill]

Who: Will and Richie; closed.
What: Checking in with his inmate.
Where: Richie's cabin.
When: A few days after this, when Richie's cabin returned to normal.
Notes: Swearing? That should be a given.

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[notafuckingnut]

Four days.

Four long, empty, boring days. In a cell. Richie wasn't exactly a solitary creature under the best of circumstances, leaving him to his own devices in a room tricked out as the one place he had liked the least on top of it was in itself its own form of torture.

Needless to say, by the time the room returned to its former state, long after he had demolished five pens beyond use in his increasingly frantic attempts to escape the space, "displeased" was the least of the words that could be used to describe his state.

By the time the knock came, he was livid. Or at least had about the worst case of cabin fever he'd had in a while.

But the message had been received, at least; while he was undoubtedly pissed, he managed a relatively civil tone. "You really gonna keep fucking knocking every time? Like I got a choice."

[grahamcommawill]

Will entered the room calmly and closed the door behind him.

"Technically, you do. And yes, I'll keep knocking. It's called being polite." Changing one's room to a cell for several days didn't factor on the 'manners' scale, apparently. After looking around a moment, though not for anything in particular, he sat down on the couch available. It was about as comfortable as it looked.

"That was to prove a point, which I think you got."

[notafuckingnut]

Both tone and expression were nothing less than petulant. "I said I wouldn't do it again, didn't I?"

Of course, he always said that. Whether he would ultimately follow through was usually a roll of the dice, and the fact that he was practically twitching with pent-up energy probably didn't do much in the way of convincing.

"So what do you want, you gonna give me something else so you can take it away a few days later 'cause you changed your mind again?"

[grahamcommawill]

"The only thing I have to give you right now can't be taken away." Unless he fell into a sudden Barge coma and got amnesia. But that, like the floods that happened on a regular basis, wasn't within his control.

He let that sink in for a second before he continued. "Things have been messed up since you got here. Not really giving you a chance to settle. So, I'm here to answer questions, if you have any. But only if you're going to actually listen."