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[bardsofprey]

Who: Eddie & you!
Username: dethhead
Warnings: n/a, will add as needed

Greetings, fellow children of the apocalypse and working stiffs.

[Eddie waggles his fingers at the screen. There's a dopey, easy grin on his face, but the bags under his eyes tell a different story.]

Say a guy misses curfew- by three minutes- and gets locked outta the apartments. What's the best place to hole up for a night? Hypothetically.

[He's starting to think this ADI housing deal was the wrong choice. It feels so weird, not being able to come and go as he pleases. Stifling.

That's almost it, until Eddie clicks his fingers and rocks back towards the camera-]

Oh, and purely in the interest of my long term sanity, if anybody here plays DnD, I'm taking party applications. So. Show me what you've got.

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[bardsofprey]

Clucking! [Steve is here treated to a stupid little talking hand gesture from Eddie, one that does arguably look like a chicken clucking really intensely.

Moments later, his mouth drops open and just as quickly slams shut, and Eddie narrows his eyes at Steve, face all pinched like he's biting down on a stronger reaction. He doesn't know if he wants to laugh or shout.

And then it's like a balloon pops, and he does both- Eddie leans away from the screen like the dramatic bitch he is, but he can still be seen dragging a hand down his face and can definitely be heard repeating, 'demo-mordor' in a high pitched squeak. When he leans back in, he seems to have worked his way through it.]

I do not sound like Henderson, first off. Kid has no manners. Rude. You know what he'd do, about that thing you just said? He'd rub it in your face. See? That attitude is all you, Harrington.

...I probably will though. [right, yeah, clarification-] Ask you to help me kill another fucked up monster, I mean. Not tonight! Just, if something turns up. I'm not uh, I'm not out here thinking I'm Superman because I survived a single mauling.

[This curfew thing was a stupid mistake, but he doesn't want Steve to think Eddie is now some loose cannon he has to reel in, or that he's planning to make a habit out of standing his ground alone. Turns out, almost dying a hero doesn't feel much different to just almost dying.]

[haircaring]

[ Has Steve connected clucking to accusations of being a mother hen? No comment. Eddie is rude and he's gonna push him down a well and that's what matters. ]

It is so not me! It's you guys being two weird little peas in a pod!

[ NOT THAT HE WAS EVER JEALOUS OF SHARING THE MENTOR SPOTLIGHT OR ANYTHING. Ugh.

At least the guy has some amount of common sense. Steve has to take a couple seconds to be confused about it because his social circle is unhinged and mostly contains kids.

A second to go, oh right, he's hinged. ]

Oh. I mean, yeah man, totally. [ Solidarity. ] We'll keep your numbers down. Honestly, getting mauled or tortured or whatever gets really old really fast. Like, shit's weird enough, we don't need this.

[bardsofprey]

[Pushing him down a well seems a little contradictory to getting him home safe, but one can only suppose a Harrington has to do what a Harrington has to do.]

Right, sure. [Eddie scoffs.] Truthfully, that kid is in a pod all his own. I'm not even gonna pretend I know what kind of pod it is. Ruder than you, weirder than me. Real freak.

[This is where he'd elbow Steve if he could, and it's sort of annoying that he can't. Eddie shoves his hair back out of his face, which is all of a sudden lit up by the dim light of the Flophouse.

It's kind of funny, to watch that 'oh I don't need to speak sense into someone' realisation sink into Steve's face.]

Noooooo arguments from me, man. I th- [wait no wait it's horrified shrieky-voice time] -- Tortured? When the hell did you get tortured? Because my brain might be kinda fried at this point, but I'm pretty fucking sure I'd remember that!

[haircaring]

[ Try not to look fond of Dustin Henderson even when you're making fun of him and kinda laughing about it. Fail to not look fond of Dustin Henderson. The terrifying fucking power that that egomaniacal little weirdo has. Most of those little weirdos.

Disgusting. ]

Uhhhhh, yeah? Starcourt? Russians? Mindflayer? I guess it was just kinda me and Robin getting all the face time with the Russians, but.

[ Steve takes a longer processing pause. A ???? sort of pause. A 'realizing he has facts wrong' pause. ]

...

But you... weren't in the party yet. For that.

[ This is not his fault.

It's Eddie's fault for fitting the team vibe and the Russians' faults for giving him a concussion while all that shit was happening. ]

[bardsofprey]

[The grin that rolls over Eddie's face is nothing short of sly.]

Steve. It's okay, I understand. Really, I get it. You just feel like you've known me forever. It's sweet. I'm touched.

[The gross part is, despite his teasing tone, Eddie finds that he kinda means it. The last two words even come out weirdly sincere, and he clears his throat. Don't address it!! Do NOT perceive him and his feelings about being included and accepted!!!]

You'll have to tell me sometime. About you, Buckley, and the Russians. And the Mindflayer. You know, if you want to. I get it, if it's all a Family Video crew secret.

[haircaring]

[ Scoff. SCOFF. ]

Shut up.

[ Gottem. ]

You're gonna be a pain in the ass and then ask to get in on my mall job secrets? Huh?

[bardsofprey]

That is exactly what I'm doing, yes. Glad we're on the same page.

[He grins at Steve, a little goofy, until there's the sound of someone making groggy, concerned noises a short ways off.]

Shit, one second.

[Moments later Eddie pops back onscreen, gusting out a relieved sigh.]

See? Nothing to worry about. Luxury couch all to myself. Bed and breakfast.

[There's a vending machine.]

[haircaring]

[ There are such practical life perks to the mobile phone lifestyle. Like literally being able to keep an eye on one of his many accumulated dipshits while they walk through a weird town in the dark. Truly a little weight off of his shoulders. ]

Yeah, wow. We should all be so lucky. [ 🙄 ] Tell you what, don't keep your new roomies up on my account. We can negotiate badass torture stories tomorrow.

[ As badass as torture stories get when you and your future best friend are both in little sailor uniforms. But he thinks that doesn't have to knock points. ]