@CheeTrashmouth “Um. . . Rich.”
Eddie sighed, unzipping his fanny pack and taking out some napkins.
He gently wiped the blood but hesitantly.
“You're bleeding. . .—
Like. . . A lot.”
He continues to clean the blood from Richie's nose and upper lip.
He loves him too.
@CheeTrashmouth “What? No! It's my fo–”
Then Richie falls out of the hammock.
Eddie got out of the hammock to check on Richie.
“Are you okay?! How bad is it?—
Did you break it?”
He's letting out his inner 'mom' now.
“Let me see it.”
@CheeTrashmouth Eddie now giggled at his pain.
“What was what for?”
“Cheer up!”
He's now using his foot to pat his shoulder. Oh Eddie. . . Why?
“Oh! I got another one!—
. . . Skinny dick! So now you've small dick, short dick, and skinny dick.”
@CheeTrashmouth Eddie just grinned, satisfied at what he had done.
“I'm sorry, it was an accident!”
He then smacked Richie's face with his foot. Wow, deja vu.
“My foot slipped.”
“Yeah, small dick!—
It defines you pretty well! Got a problem with your own description?”
@CheeTrashmouth “But we agreed on—”
A glare.
Eddie huffed at him.
“Shut up, short dick!—
Fine. I'll get in with you.“
Eddie climbed into the hammock, being sure to accidentally on purpose kick him.
“Whoops.”
He settled in, kicking his shoes off. Better watch it. His feet are+
@BethTheWheezy @ZombicBoy “Beth!!—
Are you okay?! Did they hurt you?” He hugged back tightly.
“I—I honestly don't know where Richie is!—
I know something is wrong with her! Stormy also tried to get me loser-napped!”
None of his friends were around so Eddie goes to the quarry and sits at the edge.
But fuck. He hated to be alone especially with that damned clown around.