This can't happen. The moment he hears the jog of footsteps behind him, Ritchie gets squirrely. His initial instinct is to take off and run, but it manifests in him darting about in a small series of circles to avoid Willard. Finally he scoots off the path into... well, he assumes it's the gutter equivalent of the jungle. He's off the grass and the dirt and straight into some imperceptible texture that reminds him of mud taking it a step further in terms of moisture. Excessive. Very. Excessive.
He groans.
"You're not going to follow me. You have the whole damn world. Go explore or-- I don't know. Get fucked for all I care."
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This can't happen. The moment he hears the jog of footsteps behind him, Ritchie gets squirrely. His initial instinct is to take off and run, but it manifests in him darting about in a small series of circles to avoid Willard. Finally he scoots off the path into... well, he assumes it's the gutter equivalent of the jungle. He's off the grass and the dirt and straight into some imperceptible texture that reminds him of mud taking it a step further in terms of moisture. Excessive. Very. Excessive.
He groans.
"You're not going to follow me. You have the whole damn world. Go explore or-- I don't know. Get fucked for all I care."