āYeah, well, Ronnie was a better drummer than she was a piano player,ā he snorts, finishing off his portion of the song with his best attempt at a little flourish. āBut sheās probably graduated from NYU now, so I guess someoneās gotta be the one to share all her embarrassing failures with the world before she becomes a big shot lawyer.ā
For someone who talks so much and wears so much of himself on his sleeve, Eddie is usually pretty tight-lipped about anything truly personal. Itās not that heās uncomfortable with sharing (he isnāt--mostly), itās just that music and D&D usually take total precedence. Either way, he doesnāt think heās mentioned Ronnie Ecker toā¦literally anyone here in Abraxas, and she was his best friend. It speaks volumes, really, that he feels like he knows Teddy well enough to share that information without a second thought. Heās been struggling to understand where to place his experiences in the crater, but at the end of the day, maybe he needs to accept that it was real enough.
Besides, itās not like there isnāt physical evidence as well. Eddie doesnāt even seem fazed when Teddy half-pulls their shirt off. Heās experienced weirderāin the past few months alone.
āHey, at least you got some sick ink out of it. Whichāif youāre looking for more and havenāt found the tattoo place in Nocwich yet? You should definitely seek it out. Iām practically a regular.ā
He arrived with tattoos, and heās obtained a few more in his time in Abraxasālots of little ones that evoke the macabre, all in black linework aside from a tiny pink bat thatās been inked into the colony of them on his arm. When Teddy asks him to say cheese, heās taken a little off guard, but he grins, flashing all of his teeth. āUh...cheese?ā
It only takes him a moment to realize Teddy is aiming for a better look at his brand new fangsāhis own souvenir from they time in the crater.
āOh! these? IāmĀ prettyĀ sure theyāre purely cosmetic. I mean, the sun hasnāt turned me to ashes yet and I havenāt felt the insatiable urge to bite my roommate, and I didnāt need an invite to walk through your door, but uhā¦interesting, definitely.ā
never too old!
For someone who talks so much and wears so much of himself on his sleeve, Eddie is usually pretty tight-lipped about anything truly personal. Itās not that heās uncomfortable with sharing (he isnāt--mostly), itās just that music and D&D usually take total precedence. Either way, he doesnāt think heās mentioned Ronnie Ecker toā¦literally anyone here in Abraxas, and she was his best friend. It speaks volumes, really, that he feels like he knows Teddy well enough to share that information without a second thought. Heās been struggling to understand where to place his experiences in the crater, but at the end of the day, maybe he needs to accept that it was real enough.
Besides, itās not like there isnāt physical evidence as well. Eddie doesnāt even seem fazed when Teddy half-pulls their shirt off. Heās experienced weirderāin the past few months alone.
āHey, at least you got some sick ink out of it. Whichāif youāre looking for more and havenāt found the tattoo place in Nocwich yet? You should definitely seek it out. Iām practically a regular.ā
He arrived with tattoos, and heās obtained a few more in his time in Abraxasālots of little ones that evoke the macabre, all in black linework aside from a tiny pink bat thatās been inked into the colony of them on his arm. When Teddy asks him to say cheese, heās taken a little off guard, but he grins, flashing all of his teeth. āUh...cheese?ā
It only takes him a moment to realize Teddy is aiming for a better look at his brand new fangsāhis own souvenir from they time in the crater.
āOh! these? IāmĀ prettyĀ sure theyāre purely cosmetic. I mean, the sun hasnāt turned me to ashes yet and I havenāt felt the insatiable urge to bite my roommate, and I didnāt need an invite to walk through your door, but uhā¦interesting, definitely.ā