(He was just going to have to...fix things in his room. Which he's already sprinting around to do.)
please tell me your diet consists of more than just candy bars like you eat real meals too right
this one time here there were like zombie versions of people from our worlds. so people got to see my mom and henry bowers as a zombie and that went about as well as you'd think it's probably because boring days at school aren't what get glued inside your head
(Eddie's had far too many private moments of his own life just casually thrown into people's faces. Mostly traumatic, yeah, but there were other things too. And he had taken years to get to where he was about all of that stuff. He didn't even know how far Richie was on all that, and he wasn't about to push him into a corner over it.
He wasn't about to do anything period. Except just try and be a normal friend.
Which is apparently going to be impossible. Eddie had some pretty weird feelings about losing his arm that sounded delusional out of context. It didn't bother him as much as people might think, but then again, he'd always dealt with physical pain with a shocking amount of grace. It was provable, that's why. Losing his arm wasn't in his head like everything his mom had wanted him to believe. A doctor couldn't look him in the eye and lie about him losing his arm. Eddie could see it for himself.
...But still... The only nervousness he'd had about the whole thing was, admittedly, pretty shallow. He already had issues with how he looked and God knows one of his first coherent thoughts after losing his limb had been him worrying about what Richie might think. Which in hindsight was really stupid for a whole slew of reasons. Stupid because he should have already known Richie wouldn't see him any differently. Stupid because he probably shouldn't be worried about that at all.
But he was and seeing Richie say stuff like that gives him a staggering sort of relief. You're still good. Eddie looks down at his freshly crafted prosthetic and the ceramic fingers. Still good. Yeah, he could take that.
Eddie realizes it's been like a solid ten minutes of having an existential crisis and he's snatching his phone back up.)
thanks richie. (Anticlimatic, maybe, but he was busy trying not to burst into tears. He's slammed with how much he missed Richie and he feels antsier than he has in weeks.)
i'm actually making incense right now. i dont even buy em we can put the money towards something significantly cooler
tw amputation, emotional abuse via shitty parent
yeah you can come over now
(He was just going to have to...fix things in his room. Which he's already sprinting around to do.)
please tell me your diet consists of more than just candy bars
like you eat real meals too right
this one time here there were like zombie versions of people from our worlds. so people got to see my mom and henry bowers as a zombie and that went about as well as you'd think
it's probably because boring days at school aren't what get glued inside your head
(Eddie's had far too many private moments of his own life just casually thrown into people's faces. Mostly traumatic, yeah, but there were other things too. And he had taken years to get to where he was about all of that stuff. He didn't even know how far Richie was on all that, and he wasn't about to push him into a corner over it.
He wasn't about to do anything period. Except just try and be a normal friend.
Which is apparently going to be impossible. Eddie had some pretty weird feelings about losing his arm that sounded delusional out of context. It didn't bother him as much as people might think, but then again, he'd always dealt with physical pain with a shocking amount of grace. It was provable, that's why. Losing his arm wasn't in his head like everything his mom had wanted him to believe. A doctor couldn't look him in the eye and lie about him losing his arm. Eddie could see it for himself.
...But still... The only nervousness he'd had about the whole thing was, admittedly, pretty shallow. He already had issues with how he looked and God knows one of his first coherent thoughts after losing his limb had been him worrying about what Richie might think. Which in hindsight was really stupid for a whole slew of reasons. Stupid because he should have already known Richie wouldn't see him any differently. Stupid because he probably shouldn't be worried about that at all.
But he was and seeing Richie say stuff like that gives him a staggering sort of relief. You're still good. Eddie looks down at his freshly crafted prosthetic and the ceramic fingers. Still good. Yeah, he could take that.
Eddie realizes it's been like a solid ten minutes of having an existential crisis and he's snatching his phone back up.)
thanks richie. (Anticlimatic, maybe, but he was busy trying not to burst into tears. He's slammed with how much he missed Richie and he feels antsier than he has in weeks.)
i'm actually making incense right now. i dont even buy em
we can put the money towards something significantly cooler