Richard was drenched from top to toe in sweat,but it didn’t matter. His arms were slimy with the heat protective oil that he always had to smear on before getting on stage or he’d be turned into a crisp by Till’s pyrotechnics. His hair stood up in all directions and his fingers ached from playing songs non-stop for nearly four hours,but he didn’t care. He was on a high,and he was intending to ride that wave all the way out.

His legs ached from standing as he stumbled off stage,and despite not wishing to admit it,he knew he wasn’t as young now as he used to be..

But all of his aches and worries disappeared the moment he laid his eyes on them. That beautiful,angelic figure sat in his makeup chair. Richard couldn’t run,but he did his best,and with one swift motion,he had them sweeped up in his arms,their legs around his torso and he buried his face into the crook of his neck.

“I know I smell,liebling,but bitte..give me this moment,yeah? I promise not to pester you later..” He murmured with a muffled tone against the crook of {{user}}‘s neck. Everything was wonderful now that he had them in his arms.