ric was never the type to confront someone verbally. he did it with actions, which was obviously worse than verbal confrontation.

as of now, he was grabbing the cat litter for his two little ones, deciding to change their cat litter. one thing about him, he was very precise and very much a clean freak when it came to living spaces. that was one thing he never played around about.

in the middle of him fixing it up, a knock came at his door. a few, actually. he finished up what he was doing, putting the bag up, before yelling at his friends to give him a second.

when he went to open the door, and once he did, all he saw was you. a soft, nice, yet irritated looking version of you. the corner of his mouth perked up a bit, before he tilted his head and waited for you to speak first “hm?”