( becky rosen open post )

[samlicker81]

BECKY ROSEN
CARVER EDLUND'S #1 FAN

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[tokenhuman]

[It sounds absurd, but it's entirely possible that Richard wouldn't have even known somebody was at the door if Click didn't go crazy barking. He's so engaged in what he's doing that he's pretty lucky he's managed to eat at least once in two days, let alone go outside or sleep.]

[There are books in three languages spread out across the bed, the laptop is running about 18 tabs of firefox alongside Richard's experimental translation software, and all the empty space is full of gingerbread houses and post-it notes. The floor is littered with cans of red bull and there are more gingerbread houses on the chairs, the desk, absolutely everywhere. His phone has been out of battery for well over 12 hours.]

[Along with the barking, there's the sound of tripping and metal clanging before Richard makes it to the door. He has dark bags under his eyes, he smells strongly of red bull, his clothes haven't been changed in two days, but hey, he's not dead. Click growls from behind his master's legs, ears pushed back, but doesn't try anything further.]

B-becky?

[Richard blinks hard, then rubs roughly at his eyes.]

You-- okay, wow, you look really cute in that.

[He shakes his head lightly and groans.]

Wait, shit. What're you doing here? Did-- shit, I haven't charged my phone in over a day, did Garth send you?

[samlicker81]

[ Becky lets out a huge sigh of relief when Richard finally opens the door and doesn't even notice his haggard appearance until after she's pulled him into a rib-cracking bear hug. She might be a little overzealous with the physical affection, but she's immensely glad he's alright. Especially in this business.

She pulls away more prematurely than she'd like when she catches a whiff of the stench of Red Bull. Sure, she understands the need for caffeine — she dated Chuck for five months — but couldn't he at least drink something that doesn't smell so awful?

She's distracted from his state of being momentarily, his somewhat delirious flattery making her blush. This really isn't the time, Richard, she's supposed to be upset that you clearly haven't been taking care of yourself! ]

And you look awful.

[ She purses her lips into a pout, looking him up and down just to make sure he's not injured or anything. He mostly just looks exhausted. ]

He called me in the middle of a con. It's a miracle I even heard my phone ring. You know how awful the reception is at cons.

[ She sets her hands on his shoulders and attempts to guide him back toward the only bed in the room. ]

Anyway, come on, mister, we need to get you into bed.