[If he knew what Prior was thinking he'd be quick to shock but more deeply ashamed. After what had happened with Byerly, after living in a land of equal opportunity for batters of all teams, a fair few things about the homeland status quo have been brought to light. He'd always been ready to piss on bullies of any size or inclinations, but some jokes just don't seem as funny anymore, some things that he'd taken for granted look like gross injustices now. Richie does his best to be fair but sometimes you don't get to see your own failings until someone's holding up a mirror to you. His thoughts may line up with sympathy, but you could hardly blame anyone for assuming different.
Particularly considering when they're from. Both of them.]
Oh you're pulling my leg. Really? [His delight is difficult to mask. In the background Prior might spot a glowering librarian, though no approach is made to reprimand. Richie carries on, positively beaming.] Check it all off, cousin, save for the snow we're a perfect match! We oughta blow a kiss to the camera with Jim Lange! Last I saw of home was in merry old May. Less than a year, that's the closest out of anyone yet. Save for our Soviet friend, I suspect, but he's never given me a word in the way of specifics.
What's your... [He takes a closer peek at the user name. He trails off with a squint and a quick wet of the lips. Why does that sound familiar?
Oh.]
Priorly? That wouldn't be the same Prior arranging for our new Emperor's coronation, now would it? [He gives a giggle, hand clapping over his mouth.] This is the smallest world I've ever lived in. Make sure it's a party the kid likes, all right? He didn't seem so chuffed on the tube when the proposition came.
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Particularly considering when they're from. Both of them.]
Oh you're pulling my leg. Really? [His delight is difficult to mask. In the background Prior might spot a glowering librarian, though no approach is made to reprimand. Richie carries on, positively beaming.] Check it all off, cousin, save for the snow we're a perfect match! We oughta blow a kiss to the camera with Jim Lange! Last I saw of home was in merry old May. Less than a year, that's the closest out of anyone yet. Save for our Soviet friend, I suspect, but he's never given me a word in the way of specifics.
What's your... [He takes a closer peek at the user name. He trails off with a squint and a quick wet of the lips. Why does that sound familiar?
Oh.]
Priorly? That wouldn't be the same Prior arranging for our new Emperor's coronation, now would it? [He gives a giggle, hand clapping over his mouth.] This is the smallest world I've ever lived in. Make sure it's a party the kid likes, all right? He didn't seem so chuffed on the tube when the proposition came.