Oh hi there everyone! So, here's a short little fic about Richie because I saw this awesome picture ( http: // shinju90 . deviant art . Com / art / Sore-Loser- 161002048 ) Just take out the spaces. This little fic was inspired by it and I hope you enjoy! Comments are appreciated!

Kijo Kurosaki

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Richie was bored.

Yup, still bored.

And bored still.

He'd been sitting in the Gas Station turned HQ for an hour now with nothing to do. Still in his civvies, he was lying on the couch they had and staring at the ceiling. Virgil hadn't shown up yet because he was having a difficult time getting his dad off his back and do Richie decided he was going to keep sitting there.

Bored.

Out of his mind.

How could he, a super genius, super HERO, get bored?

There was simply nothing to do. no Bang Babies, no Meddahumans, nothing! There wasn't even any normal criminals out today or anything. No bank robberies, kidnappings, fires, break-in's, nothing. Richie groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. Backpack noticed the way his human's brain patterns were very slow, so he decided it would be a good idea to go and make sure he was okay. The metal contraption skirted across the floor on it's four legs over to the couch and extended his eye up to view his human. Richie lifted his arm and turned his head at hearing the chicks and whirs of the machine.

"Oh, hey Backpack."

"010000010111001001100101 011110010110111101110101 ?" (Are you okay?) Backpack asked, his camera tilting to the side a bit.

"Bored outta my mind little dude… oh!" Richie sat up quickly. "I know! We can play poker!" Backpack tilted his camera at him again. "Oh c'mon, it's not that hard." he stood, adjusting his sweatshirt and walked over to a table they had set up with one chair on each side, Richie took one seat and grabbed a deck of cards from a drawer near by. He then started shuffling the deck. Backpack walked his way over to the other seat and, taking a similar position as Richie in the opposite chair, seemed to 'sit down' on the other side of the table. "I'm sure you can download the rules easy enough. And Backpack, don't go easy on me." and with that, Richie was dealing the cards.

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After another hour, Richie had had enough. He stood from the table, shoving his chair in and throwing his cards down on the table. He started walking away, anger making a low gravely growl come from deep in his throat. Backpack still sat, holding in two of his robotic claws a royal straight flush.

"I know I said don't go easy on me, but ONE time! You couldn't just let me win ONCE! Jerk!" Richie walked back over to the couch and flopped back down onto it, his arm coming back over his eyes.

" ." (Sore loser.) Backpack transmitted to Richie who groaned, sat up and glared at the machine.

"Ya know, technically I'm you mothe-" he stopped mid-word, realizing what he was about to say and quickly changed his mind. "FATHER!!" Richie then just groaned and plopped back on the couch. If Backpack could giggle, he would be right now.