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yapping poodle scumbag ⛧ ([personal profile] guitarpicks) wrote in [community profile] rhodos_meme 2022-08-15 03:41 am (UTC)

[ the thing about eddie is that he runs. he's more of a tuck tail and speed away sort of guy, as he's learned about himself. sure, he was set on protecting henderson with everything he had, no matter what it took, and wouldn't have turned tail if dustin were here but--- but he isn't here. so logic serves that running is the better idea. or something. anyway, this time, it's not so much running away from his own home and a horribly traumatizing event taking place there as much as out at the wrong time as things went to shit and needing cover.

eddie's still digging through a drawer because he didn't bring his spear along. he finds a butcher knife which is a lot more close up and personal than he'd like but whatever, man, it'll do. he jumps as he hears pounding on the door, drops the knife with a loud 'clang' that probably does nothing to not draw dogs closer.]
Shit!

[ except then harrington keeps pounding and that's probably not good for that either. which, shit, harrington is locked out there. eddie wonders how the guy found him when he's not sure exactly where he is. harrington seems like a bloodhound when it comes to people he knows being in danger which is weird but oddly useful in this case.

eddie forgets the knife and runs to the door, hands shaking because jesus christ this is upside down level bullshit. ]
Hold your fucking horses, Harrington! I'm-- I need to unlock it. [ which was easier to do without the pounding on the door and before the adrenaline of running wore off. luckily, eddie's asthma hasn't kicked in.

he manages to unlatch the deadbolt and gets the lock undone, swings the door open and reaches out to grab whatever shirt steve's swearing to pull him inside as if steve's the one lagging behind and staying out with the demon dogs on purpose. ]
Get in. [ he slams the door behind steve, once he's inside, and quickly locks and bolts it again before leaning against it, out of breath and still on the edge of hysteria. ] What the fuck, man. How did you find me? [ how can someone sound somewhat hysterical and awed at the same time? special skills, man. ]

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