well it's not like I'm doing anything, so why don't I swing by now? ...point taken. I also kind of want to get out of here for a bit, so two birds, one stone.
oh please, you're so much more than that, and you know it.
[ Eddie doesn't waste much time after he presses send. It's easy enough to gather all of his materials together in anticipation for helping with Steve's little predicament and hop into his van towards the nicer part of town.
It's still a little surreal that he's even in the same orbit as Steve Harrington considering he's still repeating senior year and Steve is. Well. Steve.
But even still, he's parking near the driveway - never in the driveway, just in case - and walking up to Steve's door and giving it a loud knock. He feels so out of place standing here in a Judas Priest t-shirt and his signature leather jacket (no vest, because Steve still has the damn thing), but the street itself is so quiet that he doubts anyone has even noticed his intrusion. ]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon answer the fucking door.
[ That doesn't stop him from being a little nervous, though. Even though his name was cleared, that's not going to stop the most religious fanatics in town from still being convinced he's a serial killer and devil worshipper. ]
( steve could reply to that but he doesn't, instead smiles at his phone and sets it aside. in truth, he hadn't expected that eddie would come over.
it's not like he has to tidy up for him to come over, that's handled, but steve does push himself off the couch where he's been sprawled out to check the fridge. he does have beer, which is good, because he kind of wants to hang out for more than just the time it takes for eddie to turn his neck into something more presentable.
somehow, eddie's way faster than he thought he'd be. or steve zoned out, he's been doing that a lot lately. he jolts at the knock and rushes over, opens the door with a grin. ) Hey! That was fast.
( and he sounds excited about it as he steps aside, letting eddie slip inside. unlike eddie, he's in a pair of sweats and an old school t-shirt since he'd been lounging around. the shirt's collar is loose, showing off the state of his neck.
his hair's still done, though, so he's not giving up all his secrets right now. ) Come on in. ( he nods inside, waits until eddie's in the house before closing the door behind him. )
[ There is something incredibly hilarious about being let inside Steve Harrington's house in order to try and cover up the remnants of what he can only assume was a wild night. He whistles when he gets a good look at it, and shakes his head, letting out a laugh. ]
Shit, she really did a number on you. [ It's a bit weird seeing Steve like this, so casual, considering he's so used to being in monster fight mode, but it's nice. There might be a sting of envy (and whether that's because someone else is getting some and not him, or whether that someone is Steve in particular he refuses to indulge lest it give him a headache) but mostly he's just happy. He's happy that they're even in this position where the worst thing they have to worry about is how to cover up smattering of love bites. ]
So this is the famous casa del Harrington. [ He takes his time walking inside, flashing a grin at Steve, his bag of supplies clinking slightly as he walks further inside. ] Where'd you want to do this?
( normally, normally steve wouldn't really care if someone heard the stories or saw some evidence of his escapades. or maybe steve as he was two years ago.
now he does care, so he lifts a hand to his neck and tries not to touch the hickeys that definitely look like a vampire went at his neck because they're still at the stage they're sore. he clears his throat. ) Uh, kinda. I think it looks worse than it is. ( he shifts his hand, rubs the back of his neck. ) The spots from the demo-bat bruise kinda scarred and I guess this is what happens now-- yeah.
( why he has to explain himself to eddie? steve's not really sure. he just, kinda feels like he should. it's that or there's something about eddie that confuses him and makes steve feel a little off-balance always, but not in a way that has him nervous.
he snorts at the comment on his house, turns into the house. ) This is it. All in it's cream and pastel fame ( everything was decorated by his mom, updated recently though his parents spend more of their time out of town than within their goddamn house. steve sticks his hands into the pockets of his sweats. ) Sadly you missed it's glory days, Munson.
( and then he stops, thinks about that for a moment. it's a little wild to have eddie here, in his house. to be hanging out so ) You need good lighting right? So there's the bathroom down here or on the couch in the living room. What's easier for you? You're the expert.
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What did you mean?
What did the garlic mean?????
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Except replace ducks with vampires.
And I don't even remember where I was going with this.
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I don't know either? I am trying to figure out where I get turtlenecks in summer.
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Yeah, I think you'll have better luck with a scarf or bandana. Or you could try using concealer?
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Wait why do you have concealer?
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I thought the point was to show them off and look good?
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Shit.
Sorry, man. That sucks. Dads can be dicks about stuff.
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Ah. Shit. Sorry, let's talk about something else. Like my neck. [ smoothe. ]
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But yeah, I'll help you get that covered up, man. No problem.
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To like.. make it stay?
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or you can come here?
so you can teach me your ways.
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and when's it not messy, munson?
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...point taken. I also kind of want to get out of here for a bit, so two birds, one stone.
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happy to be your ticket out into the world, munson.
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oh please, you're so much more than that, and you know it.
[ Eddie doesn't waste much time after he presses send. It's easy enough to gather all of his materials together in anticipation for helping with Steve's little predicament and hop into his van towards the nicer part of town.
It's still a little surreal that he's even in the same orbit as Steve Harrington considering he's still repeating senior year and Steve is. Well. Steve.
But even still, he's parking near the driveway - never in the driveway, just in case - and walking up to Steve's door and giving it a loud knock. He feels so out of place standing here in a Judas Priest t-shirt and his signature leather jacket (no vest, because Steve still has the damn thing), but the street itself is so quiet that he doubts anyone has even noticed his intrusion. ]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon answer the fucking door.
[ That doesn't stop him from being a little nervous, though. Even though his name was cleared, that's not going to stop the most religious fanatics in town from still being convinced he's a serial killer and devil worshipper. ]
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it's not like he has to tidy up for him to come over, that's handled, but steve does push himself off the couch where he's been sprawled out to check the fridge. he does have beer, which is good, because he kind of wants to hang out for more than just the time it takes for eddie to turn his neck into something more presentable.
somehow, eddie's way faster than he thought he'd be. or steve zoned out, he's been doing that a lot lately. he jolts at the knock and rushes over, opens the door with a grin. ) Hey! That was fast.
( and he sounds excited about it as he steps aside, letting eddie slip inside. unlike eddie, he's in a pair of sweats and an old school t-shirt since he'd been lounging around. the shirt's collar is loose, showing off the state of his neck.
his hair's still done, though, so he's not giving up all his secrets right now. ) Come on in. ( he nods inside, waits until eddie's in the house before closing the door behind him. )
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Shit, she really did a number on you. [ It's a bit weird seeing Steve like this, so casual, considering he's so used to being in monster fight mode, but it's nice. There might be a sting of envy (and whether that's because someone else is getting some and not him, or whether that someone is Steve in particular he refuses to indulge lest it give him a headache) but mostly he's just happy. He's happy that they're even in this position where the worst thing they have to worry about is how to cover up smattering of love bites. ]
So this is the famous casa del Harrington. [ He takes his time walking inside, flashing a grin at Steve, his bag of supplies clinking slightly as he walks further inside. ] Where'd you want to do this?
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now he does care, so he lifts a hand to his neck and tries not to touch the hickeys that definitely look like a vampire went at his neck because they're still at the stage they're sore. he clears his throat. ) Uh, kinda. I think it looks worse than it is. ( he shifts his hand, rubs the back of his neck. ) The spots from the demo-bat bruise kinda scarred and I guess this is what happens now-- yeah.
( why he has to explain himself to eddie? steve's not really sure. he just, kinda feels like he should. it's that or there's something about eddie that confuses him and makes steve feel a little off-balance always, but not in a way that has him nervous.
he snorts at the comment on his house, turns into the house. ) This is it. All in it's cream and pastel fame ( everything was decorated by his mom, updated recently though his parents spend more of their time out of town than within their goddamn house. steve sticks his hands into the pockets of his sweats. ) Sadly you missed it's glory days, Munson.
( and then he stops, thinks about that for a moment. it's a little wild to have eddie here, in his house. to be hanging out so ) You need good lighting right? So there's the bathroom down here or on the couch in the living room. What's easier for you? You're the expert.
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