"Perhaps," he finally said, dropping his arm. It hadn't hurt; he was fucking with his friend, plain and simple, and Richie's eye roll showed Virgil he knew that. "I still think it's overly flashy," he insisted. "They're fifteen feet long, Rich!" Richie waved off Virgil's concerns. "Never mind; it's a prototype. I'm still working on getting them smaller. Besides! If I have these, I'll have a backup if my boots malfunction. You know. Like last time." Virgil rolled his eyes. He didn't argue.
now i’m just imagining richie trying to handle 15’ wings oh my god
"Nope!" Richie said with a grin, rustling through his book bag until he found his notebook. Opening to the proper page, he laid it out and pushed it to Virgil. "Instead of." For just a moment, Virgil looked over the sketched before looking up at his friend. "I know what this is," he said, "and I think you're trying to be flashier than me." Richie rolled his eyes and punched Virgil's bicep before taking back his notebook. "This is more efficient and you know it." Virgil pouted, rubbing his arm.
i s2g you two just get a room already xD
Reblog if it is 104% okay to come to your ask and just say ‘Hi can we be friends’ and then start asking you random questions.
Virgil rose an eyebrow, figuring this could only go one of two ways. Both of them meant Richie was doing something with fire. "Yes..." he said easily. "I was with you when we saw it, remember? With Frieda and Daisy?" Richie blushed at that. Right. He'd forgotten that bit. "Well..." Richie cleared his throat. "Well, anyway. I decided to make those wings." Virgil was taken aback for a moment. "Those wings? What, like, instead of your boots?" ((RICHIE IS CAUSING HAVOC AMELIA))
oh my god this is gonna be great