"Nice, Seth." Nothing like punching a naked guy in the back of the head to steal his bed sheet. "All I need now is a pair of these sandals and I'll be the most modest motherfucker in this place." His sarcasm is apparent in his tone as he tries to adequately cover himself. That requires him to untie the one around his waist to actually try and jimmy up something more adequate than just a sheet turned into a makeshift skirt.

"You do realize that's not gonna work considering I'm fucking taller than you. And you better not be suggesting I crawl behind you or something." Nice word choice, by the way. He loves hearing you tell him to stay where he 'belongs.' "You've got me all curious now, was that whole 'we only survive if we stick together' line a bunch of bullshit the second things change or are you just being a dick for shits and giggles?"

Because if he thought that being an ass meant not hearing more shit from Richie, he was so wrong.

That said, his brother still makes sure he has enough fabric to cover himself, so some of the irritation fades, allowing him to give a decent answer for once, meeting his eyes before he answers.

"I don't know if this is even gonna be thick enough, man. It's thin cotton and uv rays are probably gonna go right through it." He's not trying to be difficult here, but Seth gave him an all too real reminder recently that burning up in the sun would be a shitty way to go. "I usually need layers to go out in that kind of sun."