Me too, man. [ manic, some might say. eddie's a fucking wound up ball of energy and anxiety half of the time when he's not so wound down that he can't think.

he tilts his head, furrows his own brows and lifts the joint to his lips to take a hit. ] What else would you want? Other than the spray paint? [ eddie's got a few things he's found but not... not a lot. he wants his guitar, he does, but that hasn't shown up yet. ] I'd want my sweetheart to show up. [ he doesn't elaborate.

then gara looks at his hand and eddie looks over. not sure what's up. ] Uh... why not? Looks like a normal hand?