Nice to meet you, Azul. [ eddie says it back, underneath it all he does have some manners.

but the mention of the fog has him shrinking a bit, back into the shell he'd warn before he spread his arms out and tried to wear the mask of 'king of the freaks.' he shudders, looks back out the archway and into the fog.

he'd gone out there -- he'd gone out there because he'd wanted to get out, wanted to work up the courage to do something instead of just waiting and hiding. wanted to maybe, for a moment, channel the sort of bravery he'd seen steve harrington and nancy wheeler display, that assuredness that they could handle it. but eddie's back at square one, shaken and paranoid. the crying had had him on edge, the not knowing what it was. it feels so-- he wonders if the town starts turning on him soon, if this sort of place is like a sick and twisted campaign or maybe, maybe, just maybe it's more of a nightmare.

the vecna kind.

he's standing there, spinning his rings for a moment before he pulls himself out of it. he shakes his head. ] Just the fog man, the fog and-- there was something crying but no. No monsters.

That's not where-- that's not where I saw monsters. That was-- that was back home. [ because why lie about that? maybe eddie's an idiot. ]