(Finally someone who isn't a total asshole about his fannypacks. This was one of many reasons why Bev was allowed to stay. Eddie beams at her and tosses a hand up in the air with a flick of his wrist.)
Right?! That's what I said! I didn't even know fannypacks were a thing until I got to this place and then I was like well damn, no wonder I wear them all the time in the 80s.
(Shit was useful to have. He smiles a little more genuinely at the compliment to Gucci's name, and whatever had been nervous in him before fades quickly. Bev wouldn't judge him for something like that. Of course she wouldn't.)
It does. She's a huge cuddler so if you ever want to cash in on that feel free.
(Eddie knew it was a little funky that he had people he knew and was even close with outside of the Losers. Tell him that two years ago back when he was still fresh out of Derry and he wouldn't of believed anyone that such a thing was possible.
None of those people had ever been the Losers though. Chloe had been the closest thing. He snorts at that comment.)
There's some kid around here that looks kind of like Richie. He doesn't wear glasses though. Richie's a little taller. And he has curlier hair. And like-? Richie's face is - (Eddie waves a hand around absently. Whatever that means. Eddie puts Gucci down, his arms getting a little weak from holding her for so long. She's content with this and sets to investigate politely around.)
Chloe's great though. (Just like Richie was great.
The question catches Eddie off guard, his eyes widening and his head tips to the side.)
What? Of course they'd be okay with it. You're a Loser. (He smiles again, softer this time, warmer.)
You belong with another Loser obviously and I sure as fuck am not about to subject you to shacking up with Richie and Bill. Chloe actually knows you from before- she totally digs you. I know that's kind of weird to hear that someone knows you that you don't know, but trust me, you'll love her. And Max is super kind. She'll love you within two seconds of meeting you. Promise.
(He crosses his index and middle finger together to show as much.)
They both put up with me so you're not gonna be a problem. You never are.
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Right?! That's what I said! I didn't even know fannypacks were a thing until I got to this place and then I was like well damn, no wonder I wear them all the time in the 80s.
(Shit was useful to have. He smiles a little more genuinely at the compliment to Gucci's name, and whatever had been nervous in him before fades quickly. Bev wouldn't judge him for something like that. Of course she wouldn't.)
It does. She's a huge cuddler so if you ever want to cash in on that feel free.
(Eddie knew it was a little funky that he had people he knew and was even close with outside of the Losers. Tell him that two years ago back when he was still fresh out of Derry and he wouldn't of believed anyone that such a thing was possible.
None of those people had ever been the Losers though. Chloe had been the closest thing. He snorts at that comment.)
There's some kid around here that looks kind of like Richie. He doesn't wear glasses though. Richie's a little taller. And he has curlier hair. And like-? Richie's face is - (Eddie waves a hand around absently. Whatever that means. Eddie puts Gucci down, his arms getting a little weak from holding her for so long. She's content with this and sets to investigate politely around.)
Chloe's great though. (Just like Richie was great.
The question catches Eddie off guard, his eyes widening and his head tips to the side.)
What? Of course they'd be okay with it. You're a Loser. (He smiles again, softer this time, warmer.)
You belong with another Loser obviously and I sure as fuck am not about to subject you to shacking up with Richie and Bill. Chloe actually knows you from before- she totally digs you. I know that's kind of weird to hear that someone knows you that you don't know, but trust me, you'll love her. And Max is super kind. She'll love you within two seconds of meeting you. Promise.
(He crosses his index and middle finger together to show as much.)
They both put up with me so you're not gonna be a problem. You never are.