Everything is mad, so they can just be honest, huh? He takes another swig, then dives right into the deep end.
"You travel failing timelines, I just killed a creature that's billions of years old, shapeshifts to feed off fear, has a taste for little kids in particular, and liked looking like a six-foot tall clown with glowing yellow eyes."
He raises his eyebrows at her.
"Honest enough? If not, I'm also gay and totally a chickenshit about it."
He's already berating himself for saying so, but he was half-drunk, and angry, and scared, and punchy. And all of those things made his mouth run way too much even without the booze. Beep beep, Richie, he thinks, a few moments too late.
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"You travel failing timelines, I just killed a creature that's billions of years old, shapeshifts to feed off fear, has a taste for little kids in particular, and liked looking like a six-foot tall clown with glowing yellow eyes."
He raises his eyebrows at her.
"Honest enough? If not, I'm also gay and totally a chickenshit about it."
He's already berating himself for saying so, but he was half-drunk, and angry, and scared, and punchy. And all of those things made his mouth run way too much even without the booze. Beep beep, Richie, he thinks, a few moments too late.