richie
the group walked into stan's house. they all had clothes at each other's houses because they visit so often, so richie went upstairs to stan's room with bill.
"richie? are y-you sure you're al-alright? you st-still seem a l-little shaken up." bill asked as the pair searched in stan's closet for their bag of stuff.
"yeah, i'm okay. it was scary though, i thought i was going to die." richie's voice was only slightly raspy now.
"h-hey, don't say that. i w-wouldn't have l-let you die. not on m-my watch." bill pulled a large green t-shirt, black boxers, black sweatpants, and black socks out of the bag. "hey," bill pointed out. "at l-least i'm m-matching."
richie chuckled and pulled his clothes out of the bag. a white undershirt, massive yellow hoodie, some light grey tapered sweatpants, and plain pastel yellow boxers. "i g-guess we just h-have great matching ab-abilities."
"this dick has great abilities." richie said sarcastically.
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