#* blue

richie had no idea what he was doing like, most of the time. but especially now, standing in a store and attempting to pick out something to wear for an, apparently, very important meeting his manager had whipped up. honestly, that richie even still had a manager at all was impressive in it’s own way. the point was, he needed something new that wasn’t completely worn down and battered, which was why he’d been gone on this impossible quest to begin with. this led to him standing in an aisle of the first store he had walked into, which actually just was the first one he saw, and was currently trying to pick between two different patterned shirts. one was bright pink with tiny ass lighthouses on it, and the other some kind of lime-neon-whatever-green colored creation littered with red bows. they were both hideous, of course, but that was the point. however, richie still couldn’t decide and that was why he pulled up his phone and aimed for a text to the first contact he could think of.