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Β« munson Β»
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EDDIE MUNSON β¦ STRANGER THINGSRESIDENCE β¦ Residency
GEMBOND β¦ AMETHYST
what's up, you reached the munson residence, leave a message. or don't, like i give a f-*beep*
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Or, as is more likely, she will. ]
Hey! Yeah, I'm not used to the whole texting thing. Back home, it was either face to face or calling. [ He's surprised he hasn't scared more people off with his tendency to resort to jokes and sarcasm, which are harder to decipher in text. ]
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No? Dark ages?
[ It's a joke, and he lets the door shut before going straight for the liquor bottle and holding it up. This is how Dean Winchester makes friends, ladies and gentlemen. ]
Want a drink?
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Something like that. 1986, I guess we've got more technology to look forward to, huh?
[ That's assuming Eddie ever goes back, if he goes back and survives. Something tells him he's not going to be that lucky.
But then his eyes light up at the sight of the liquor bottle and his lips curl upwards in a grin. ]
Fuck yeah I do.
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[ he's from 2011ish, baby ]
Cool. [ Whiskey is Dean's go to when chatting up someone new; it's one of those really bad coping mechanisms people have, a crutch that lets him relax, even if its only for a while.
He grabs two glasses and the bottle from the side table in his small living room and pours two glasses, a solid four fingers each. Go big or go home. ]
Cheers to weirdness and weird gems?
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Usually Eddie would be indulging in a little weed, so he understands coping mechanisms galore. Alas that his little metal lunchbox, and his supplier, are both back in Hawkins. ]
That sounds like the cheers of the century. [ He leans forward with a mischievous grin as he waits for Dean to slide his glass over. ]
sorry for the delay, been a rough couple weeks
[ Dean himself partakes on occasion, has...done a lot more hard drugs than he probably should have, but whatever. Life's like that, he's still here, it's fine.
He pushes the glass over, picks up his own. ]
Cheers to...a weird ass world where everyone turns into monsters, apparently.