[ He judges but only with the quick assessment of everything--for some reason he expected Lance's room to be super neat, super militant, like Stan's. Maybe it's a controlled chaos?

Who the fuck cares, anyway? Richie's already headed inside, looking around not to asses the mess but to see if this one's any different from the place he and Eddie share, or Ignis' own pad. ]

Heya. [ He says the first thing on his mind: ] Too bad you don't have any Jolt or that weird Red Bull stuff. [ He'll get to his point, it just has to be on his own terms. ] Your place is exactly the same, that sucks. I was hoping for something cooler.