[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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[gammabruce]

Thanks. [Bruce follows into the cabin, glancing around the room. He'd stayed in worse than this, so its not as if he has any high ground to stand on when it came to room cleanliness. That said, he was avoiding touching... well, just about everything really. He clears his throat and turns to Richie.]

Well, I only have two spares, so. Here. [He held up his hand, and therein were two cases. They looked far from new.] You can try 'em on if you want.

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[He reaches for the glasses, opening each in turn and examining them closely, pulling them out to try them on and trying to figure out which he likes better. He shrugs.]

These are okay, I guess.

[...Predictably, they're the nerdier of the two]

But they're not my prescription. [whiiiiiiine]

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[gammabruce]

[Bruce seems strangely sympathetic of the whine. Go figure.]

Yeah, I know they're not. But can you see through them? [A small smile.] If I knew how, I'd fix up your other glasses in the science lab but, strangely, I don't think it's that advanced. [So far as he knew, anyway.]

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[notafuckingnut.livejournal.com]

[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?