Something of an imperfectionist, maybe. No one all that interesting is universally beloved. We're all busy little bees, full of stings, making honey day and night - aren't we honey?
[A DJ. Now that's unsurprising the moment it's out of Richie's mouth, an easy guide to understanding a lot else that comes out of his mouth. Prior's not overly familiar with the world, but he's of the era where the right radio DJ can be the soundtrack for a house party. Where it's still an art, requiring twin gifts of talent and the necromantic ability to breathe real life into dead air.
You might think they'd rest the voice when not working, though. Prior's still wearing a small, amused smile through Richie's quick assessment of his offerings.]
Bowie. It's a party full of aliens - I do believe we've found our match. Though, if any showtunes drop out of the sky for you, call me. A girl has needs and they have long gone unsatisfied.
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[A DJ. Now that's unsurprising the moment it's out of Richie's mouth, an easy guide to understanding a lot else that comes out of his mouth. Prior's not overly familiar with the world, but he's of the era where the right radio DJ can be the soundtrack for a house party. Where it's still an art, requiring twin gifts of talent and the necromantic ability to breathe real life into dead air.
You might think they'd rest the voice when not working, though. Prior's still wearing a small, amused smile through Richie's quick assessment of his offerings.]
Bowie. It's a party full of aliens - I do believe we've found our match. Though, if any showtunes drop out of the sky for you, call me. A girl has needs and they have long gone unsatisfied.