(Eddie's been running on fumes. Kind of literally with all the spray paint he's gone around town with. Everything has him on edge but Richie in particular. In some ways, he's been avoiding him out of sheer fear, and in other ways, when he hasn't been avoiding him he's been obsessively clinging. He can't figure out the balance and hasn't been able to since prom.
And he wasn't even mad about that anymore. He never stayed mad at Richie for long in general. And now definitely wasn't the time to stay mad. When he gets the bag filled with eggs his first instinct is to immediately smash them all without a second thought. Just throw them out the window and call it a day. He would have...If it weren't for Richie.
He physically stops himself halfway through whipped the bag at a wall and winds up going straight home to Richie. Eddie's worn thin from everything, looking thinner and paler, his eyes glassy and vaguely unfocused. But the moment he sees Richie his eyes sharpen up and focus. Gucci's nestled at the head of the bed crushed comfortably between Richie and the wall passed out cold. Eddie drops a kiss on both Gucci's head and Richie's, lingering with Richie half to see if he was still running a fever or not.
Five seconds later, he's tucking down against Richie, eggs left aside, and pulls at one of Richie's arms. He was in a cuddling mood and he has no clue how else to ask except for yanking at Richie like they were still seven years old. Some things never change.)
Did you get the eggs too? (He already knew the answer but hey. Natural conversation starters.)
eggggggggggggggs sometime very shortly after egg drop / and eddie's post
And he wasn't even mad about that anymore. He never stayed mad at Richie for long in general. And now definitely wasn't the time to stay mad. When he gets the bag filled with eggs his first instinct is to immediately smash them all without a second thought. Just throw them out the window and call it a day. He would have...If it weren't for Richie.
He physically stops himself halfway through whipped the bag at a wall and winds up going straight home to Richie. Eddie's worn thin from everything, looking thinner and paler, his eyes glassy and vaguely unfocused. But the moment he sees Richie his eyes sharpen up and focus. Gucci's nestled at the head of the bed crushed comfortably between Richie and the wall passed out cold. Eddie drops a kiss on both Gucci's head and Richie's, lingering with Richie half to see if he was still running a fever or not.
Five seconds later, he's tucking down against Richie, eggs left aside, and pulls at one of Richie's arms. He was in a cuddling mood and he has no clue how else to ask except for yanking at Richie like they were still seven years old. Some things never change.)
Did you get the eggs too? (He already knew the answer but hey. Natural conversation starters.)