catch-all: richie.

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[gutterbound]

I will if you will.

[And he means it. Strange how this surly one-eyed samurai with a validated distaste for white men has wedged her way into his heart. But she has.

And he'd be just as furious to find her corpse on their doorstep as he had Claude's. Maybe even moreso, if he were honest.

Richie claps her on the shoulder lightly and gives a grim smile.]

I'm gonna see about an invitation to sleep elsewhere tonight. If you want my cold tea you're welcome to it.

[He's not much in the mood to finish it. Richie rises with a sigh, a wipe of his eyes.]

See you tomorrow, hotshot.