#richthug

“Sooo…what did we get?” Richie grinned at Cameron, leaning into him as he walked.

Cameron grimaced in response, holding a brown paper bag out for Richie to..inspect? I guess? Richie snatched the bag, rummaging through it and pulling out one item;

A ten piece chicken Mcnugget. 

“Listen, I know it isn't much, but it’s all the budget allowed us to get.” Cameron reasoned before Richie could respond, crossing his arms defensively.

“Really? I thought it would have been…bigger.” Richie commented, putting back the box into the bag and handing it to Cameron.

“Well, we spent most of it on getting that new microwave. And on that sweater from the thrift shop. I don’t even know why you bought it! You immediately cut it up!” He gave Richie a pointed look.

“Wuh!?--” Richie scoffed, “Don’t act like I didn’t use it for anything, Cam! I made arm warmers with the sleeves.” He added, giving Cameron a playful shove.

“Gah! Why do you always resort to physical violence when we don’t agree on something!?” Cameron stumbled a bit, scuffing his shoes on the pavement as he did.

“I wouldn’t have to resort to physical violence if you didn’t-” Richie stopped in his tracks and turned his head away from Cameron, spotting a shockingly pristine park bench,

 “Ooh! Can we eat there? I don’t feel like walking all the way to the car.” He suggested enthusiastically, looking back and forth between Cameron and the bench.

Cameron contemplated the decision for a second before nodding, “I guess if you’re that hungry. It’s also better to not add more crumbs to the car than there already are, anyways. I don’t want to attract rats.” he shuddered at the thought. Cameron looked back over at Richie, who was already halfway to the bench. He never got how he always seemed so energised, especially considering that Richie didn’t drink energy drinks. To his knowledge, at least.

The pair sat down at the bench, Richie motioning for Cameron to hand over the bag so he could chow down. Richie pulled out the box again and opened it, looking over the contents.

“YO!” Richie exclaimed.

“Huh? What? What is it?” Cameron questioned, perking up from his slouch.

Richie shuffled over to him, and presented him with a singular chicken nugget, “Look! We got an extra nug!” Richie giggled, and immediately popped it in his mouth. 

“...Did you just call it a nug?” Cameron stifled a laugh, “Who the hell calls a chicken nugget a ‘nug’?” He snickered.

“Me. I do. I call chicken nuggets ‘nugs’.” Richie responded defensively, clearly embarrassed. 

Cameron decided to try and stop laughing in order to save himself from Richie shoving him again, clearly not fully over the ‘nug’ thing, though.

“Shut up! You’re the guy who said ‘hello fellow roleplayers, innit’!” Richie retaliated.

“You said you would stop bringing that up–also why did you make me sound British?!” Cameron feigned offence.

“I dunno what your actual accent is so I just chose the closest one I could think of, ok?” Richie reasoned, clearly pleased that he had returned to his rightful spot of being the one teasing Cameron, and not the other way around.

“That was the closest accent you could think of!?” Cameron had gone back to snickering at him.

“I’m gonna put a rat in your bed while you sleep.” Richie threatened. He seemed scarily serious.

Cameron stopped laughing “If you do that I will not be responsible for what happens to that rat.”

Richie burst back into a fit of laughter, making Cameron move away as a last stand. But what he didn’t notice was that the change in position made the box shift a bit too much and tip over, the chicken nuggets all falling out of their packaging. Cameron and Richie both gasped (Maybe a bit too dramatically) as their dinner fell onto the floor.

“Oh–dammit!” Cameron exclaimed in frustration. 

Him and Richie looked at each other. Maybe dinner tonight was just gonna be floor nuggets.

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