Chris Lang
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Atomic Knight - Apr 7, 2015 at 2:53 PM
Unlike his wife, Richard's favorite holiday was definitely Halloween. Though not a day anyone actually got off work from, the theatricality of it all got Richard's blood boiling. Even as an adult, you had the excuse to dress up and become something outside of your ordinary mundane life. Though the joys of going outside and collecting candy or staying up to watch horror movies had been lost in his shift to adulthood, Richard still got a kick out of dressing up. This year, he'd gotten the urge to dress up as a kind of medieval warrior, for whatever reason.
Getting home from work, he showed the costume off to Ambrosia, who seemed mildly amused at it, like usual. It wasn't until the pair of them began to settle down for the evening that something odd happened; in a fit of apparent nausea, his wife had slapped him. Richard had pushed off the couch slightly, staring down at her like she'd grown a second head. Even as she began to apologize, he could only stare at her. His head hurt all over again, except Richard couldn't quite recall if he'd hit his head today. "Ambrosia--" Richard swallowed a lump in his throat. Apparently she wasn't feeling well, and Richard couldn't imagine why. "Okay!" he suddenly burst out,, standing from the couch with an erratic energy. Still in his costume, he practically bowled over Chandler's friend as attempted to make his way to the bathroom. He was going to grab whatever he could to help Ambrosia, but seeing the girl caused Richard to freeze.
A million things popped into Richard's head and he wanted to ask about all of them, but all he could really ask was, "Where's Chandler?"