(Requested ♥️. I do not know much about him, nor could I find much on his personality so please bare with me!)

Richard had long left you alone near one of the banks of the beach as you fiddled with the drawstring on a small hunting knife, the semi-thick rope wrapped around a sharpener stone.

You were particularly moody today. For what reason he wasn't exactly sure of.

So, in an attempt to make you feel better, he went off searching for some shells to make a necklace. Upon his arrival back, you could spot the various colored shells in his hands.

"I've got you some shells!-"

He exclaimed with an excited tone, his footsteps now left in the sand as he made his way back to where you were. He was careful not to drop the shells which were slightly overflowing.

He soon realized how his voice truly sounded, now much more sheepish and embarrassed.

"Uh-.. I figured you'd like them..?"