[ eddie groans because for a moment, for one sweet moment, he'd thought he would be fine. no puking on anyone. but eddie's not exactly living the sort of life where luck's on his side. ]

Sorry. Sorry, man. [ he says it after he's done heaving. he looks less green then, more like a put together person. ] I don't know what-- why I feel awful. [ eddie's not used to world travel, to being in different worlds.

he's gone from hawkins to the upside down, sure, but that was one fucked up version of the other thing. not exactly waking up in sunny paradise next to strangers. he spits out what's left in his mouth, wipes a hand over his face. ] Define okay? [ he looks up at peter, pushes himself up so he's sitting not next to the puke. ] Because I've kinda had a fucking rollercoaster of a week where I almost got eaten by demon bats without all... this.. [ he waves his hand around, like that'll explain it.

but that has him looking around and toward the shops peter pointed out. ] Water sounds good. I need to wash my mouth out. Maybe they have toothpaste or something too.

Sorry about your boots. Really. I normally don't puke unless I've taken something really fucked up and I'm pretty sure it wasn't that. [ but with that eddie pushes himself up to his feet, sways but steadies himself. he's fine. totally good to walk. totally rambling though. ]