[ oh my god?? ]

Hysterical, Rich. Really funny shit. Thought I already had a stick up there.

[ An initial glance proves useless for locating the keys, and he starts investigating the room further, checking under the furniture before checking the table. God, he needs to get his shit together ‘cause this college shit is not gonna work for him long-term.

And because he can, he swats at Richie’s absurdly long legs as he passes. Ah, there it is. ]

I’m getting food. [ with a snort. ] Don’t do anything too strenuous while I’m out.