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š”ˆš””š””š”¦š”¢ š”š”²š”«š”°š”¬š”« ([personal profile] satanicpanics) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs 2024-07-23 08:07 pm (UTC)

never too old!

ā€œYeah, 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. ā€œBut she’s probably graduated from NYU now, so I guess someone’s 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. It’s not that he’s uncomfortable with sharing (he isn’t--mostly), it’s just that music and D&D usually take total precedence. Either way, he doesn’t think he’s mentioned Ronnie Ecker to…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. He’s 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, it’s not like there isn’t physical evidence as well. Eddie doesn’t even seem fazed when Teddy half-pulls their shirt off. He’s experienced weirder—in the past few months alone.

ā€œHey, at least you got some sick ink out of it. Which—if you’re looking for more and haven’t found the tattoo place in Nocwich yet? You should definitely seek it out. I’m practically a regular.ā€

He arrived with tattoos, and he’s obtained a few more in his time in Abraxas—lots of little ones that evoke the macabre, all in black linework aside from a tiny pink bat that’s been inked into the colony of them on his arm. When Teddy asks him to say cheese, he’s taken a little off guard, but he grins, flashing all of his teeth. ā€œUh...cheese?ā€

It only takes him a moment to realize Teddy is aiming for a better look at his brand new fangs—his own souvenir from they time in the crater.

ā€œOh! these? I’mĀ prettyĀ sure they’re purely cosmetic. I mean, the sun hasn’t turned me to ashes yet and I haven’t felt the insatiable urge to bite my roommate, and I didn’t need an invite to walk through your door, but uh…interesting, definitely.ā€

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