[Discontent was more or less a stale state for Richard. He had always felt out of of place, even in his own world. There simply was no place for him to belong. "That's why you'll make your own paradise." The low, dark voice whispers to his ear. Lighting the spark in him.]
Well, in that case. [Richard lips curl into a smirk, fingers reaching up to curl around the necktie and pull Silco closer.]
If there's something you really want all you need to do is ask.
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Well, in that case. [Richard lips curl into a smirk, fingers reaching up to curl around the necktie and pull Silco closer.]
If there's something you really want all you need to do is ask.