[001] where were you, I was worried

[notafuckingnut]

[Text.  Or, more specifically, a series of them, spread a couple minutes apart]

SETH.

Cmon Seth this isn't funny. Where the fuck r u weve got a rendezvous 2 make.

At least I think we do.

What the fuck is this place anyway?  The service sucks the beds like a rock and there isn't even a TV.

What am I supposed to do in here stare at the ceiling for an hour?  This is bullshit.

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[Richie's a very sympathetic kind of guy, this is no surprise. He sighs and shrugs, looking disappointed and put-out by the whole thing.]

I guess so... Everything's still kinda fuzzy though, they're gonna give me a headache.

[No, they're really not that bad (pshhh he went WITHOUT for hours, he can handle a weaker prescription than he actually needs for now), he just wants to complain.]

How hard can it be to fix the old ones?