when we were little we made houses out of cardboard boxes. we can do anything. it's not because our hearts are large, they're not, it's what we struggle with.
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( freeze.⸍ eddie’s eyes go wide enough to qualify as a medical emergency in itself. )
what—— ( he 𝙧𝒊𝙥𝒔 his hand back, abrupt, like he’s been electrocuted——rubbing it against his jeans, his shirt..
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( when a hand slaps over his mouth , eyes narrow. giving a muffled, )
dude, what the fuck ?
( allowing it for a few seconds…. this might be the longest he’s ever been quiet. though, very much to eddie’s misfortune, he was utilizing that quiet to plot. )
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then his other hand——absolutely none of it helping. in fact, probably making it worse. )
what is 𝒘𝙧͟𝒐͟𝙣𝒈 with you.ᐣ
( pacing now, he shoots a glare at richie——mortified, offended, 𝙗𝒆𝙩𝒓𝙖𝒚𝙚𝒅. )
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( one second, richie's still talking, that ridiculous look on his face intensifying, the next——eddie's lurching forward, clambering over himself to throw a hand over his mouth.. )
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( eddie could slap himself in the face upon noticing the shift in the other's expression. he knows he's walked right into a trap before the other says a single word. )
oh, god——rich, shut 𝙪𝒑͟.⸍
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( with an impish glint in his eye, lips quirk into a small grin. looking like he struck gold when he quickly starts, )
look eds, the only thing concerning b͟r͟a͟i͟n i do regular check - ins about is the brain i get from your mother when i stop by.
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( as defensive as ever, eddie’s hand lifts——straightening it to cut through the air as he gestures towards rich. )
𝒎𝒚 brain wires are crossed.ᐣ when, exactly, is the last time you had 𝒚𝙤𝒖𝙧𝒔 checked.ᐣ
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( closing his eyes, putting a finger to his temple.. )
yeah.. i think i’m getting something——
( 𝒏𝒐𝒕. he pulls his finger back, cocking his head in faux exasperation. )
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