[ don't subject anyone to leashes with eddie involved, steve, he's going to panic and get them all tangled up. worse for everyone, honestly.
eddie lifts a hand to run it through his hair, the curls are tangled with sweat. he's been running, adrenaline pumping in his veins. eddie should be used to running by now, really, because he's done so much in the last few weeks. willingly too, after begrudgingly complying in p.e. classes until he could fuck off and smoke underneath the bleachers.
he frowns at that answer. given all the stuff back home and that they've banded together, eddie knows he shouldn't be surprised. they fought demo-bats together, snuck around and escaped the upside down to game plan how to kill an ultimate evil before the scary monster island. so. he's not shocked even if he makes him feel uncomfortable in a strangely nice way. weird. he lifts a hand, rubs the back of his neck. ] Shit, sorry. How long were you looking? Are the others okay?
[ running off to undisclosed locations is somewhat his m.o. though so-- remember reefer ricks? ] And, uh, I'm hiding from the dogs and the freaky monsters? Looking for a weapon? What else would I be doing in here? [ he pushes off the door, motions toward the kitchen where there are drawers open and he's been riffling through them. ]
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eddie lifts a hand to run it through his hair, the curls are tangled with sweat. he's been running, adrenaline pumping in his veins. eddie should be used to running by now, really, because he's done so much in the last few weeks. willingly too, after begrudgingly complying in p.e. classes until he could fuck off and smoke underneath the bleachers.
he frowns at that answer. given all the stuff back home and that they've banded together, eddie knows he shouldn't be surprised. they fought demo-bats together, snuck around and escaped the upside down to game plan how to kill an ultimate evil before the scary monster island. so. he's not shocked even if he makes him feel uncomfortable in a strangely nice way. weird. he lifts a hand, rubs the back of his neck. ] Shit, sorry. How long were you looking? Are the others okay?
[ running off to undisclosed locations is somewhat his m.o. though so-- remember reefer ricks? ] And, uh, I'm hiding from the dogs and the freaky monsters? Looking for a weapon? What else would I be doing in here? [ he pushes off the door, motions toward the kitchen where there are drawers open and he's been riffling through them. ]