[ Eddie has always known he doesnāt have the most easily digestible personality. He's loud and abrasive, takes things further than they really need to be taken, and turns every dial up to ten just for the sake of drama. He also knows that if he was ever going to change any of that, he would have done so a long time ago. Acceptance is kind of the only possibility hereāand thatās clearly what heās gotten.
He canāt see the way Steve smiles fondly as he trails behind him, putting full trust into his navigation of this place, and Steve canāt see the way Eddie smiles in the exact same way--like this is all starting to call into place and make sense, and itās probably made sense for a long time but neither of them were willing to acknowledge it. Itās at least partially evident in his voice, though, as he softly tacks on: ]
Good to know.
[ When he drags his hand across Steve's shoulders, he absolutely is trying to get a rise, though maybe itās not just about being annoying. He takes off before he can catch any reaction, doesnāt look back to even try to discern a facial expression, but he doesnāt hear any complaints, soā¦
Steve joins him by his car of choice and, of course, rolls his eyes. Those will roll out of your head someday, he wants to quip, but Steve offers him the opportunity to drive, and Eddie grabs for it just as soon as itās placed on the tableābefore Steve can remember that his reputation as a driver is less than stellar and take it back. Despite what Robin and Max seem to believe, he is perfectly capable of driving carefully. Heās aware that this car isnāt his own, and this is the Horizon. The Pontiac will get back to the bunker in one piece no matter what. ]
Oh, no. No, no, no. My turn is long overdue.
[ Grinning ear to ear, he pulls the door open, tosses the bottles heās holding into the backseat (carefully), and seats himself behind the wheel. The key is already in the ignition, an he turns it immediately, practically cackling as the engine roars to life. Itās one thing to ride in a nice carāitās another to be behind the wheel, especially when the chances of that happening back home were slim to none. ]
Guess that makes me the Bandit, then.
[ Steveās hands are still full with half of the Roadhouseās stock of alcohol, so Eddie takes mercy. He leans across the seat and opens the passenger side door, already looking like heās having he time of his life. ]
You know, youāre probably gonna have to finally tell me where weāre headed, though. Unless you want to end up in Nanaueās fish realm or something.
no subject
[ Eddie has always known he doesnāt have the most easily digestible personality. He's loud and abrasive, takes things further than they really need to be taken, and turns every dial up to ten just for the sake of drama. He also knows that if he was ever going to change any of that, he would have done so a long time ago. Acceptance is kind of the only possibility hereāand thatās clearly what heās gotten.
He canāt see the way Steve smiles fondly as he trails behind him, putting full trust into his navigation of this place, and Steve canāt see the way Eddie smiles in the exact same way--like this is all starting to call into place and make sense, and itās probably made sense for a long time but neither of them were willing to acknowledge it. Itās at least partially evident in his voice, though, as he softly tacks on: ]
Good to know.
[ When he drags his hand across Steve's shoulders, he absolutely is trying to get a rise, though maybe itās not just about being annoying. He takes off before he can catch any reaction, doesnāt look back to even try to discern a facial expression, but he doesnāt hear any complaints, soā¦
Steve joins him by his car of choice and, of course, rolls his eyes. Those will roll out of your head someday, he wants to quip, but Steve offers him the opportunity to drive, and Eddie grabs for it just as soon as itās placed on the tableābefore Steve can remember that his reputation as a driver is less than stellar and take it back. Despite what Robin and Max seem to believe, he is perfectly capable of driving carefully. Heās aware that this car isnāt his own, and this is the Horizon. The Pontiac will get back to the bunker in one piece no matter what. ]
Oh, no. No, no, no. My turn is long overdue.
[ Grinning ear to ear, he pulls the door open, tosses the bottles heās holding into the backseat (carefully), and seats himself behind the wheel. The key is already in the ignition, an he turns it immediately, practically cackling as the engine roars to life. Itās one thing to ride in a nice carāitās another to be behind the wheel, especially when the chances of that happening back home were slim to none. ]
Guess that makes me the Bandit, then.
[ Steveās hands are still full with half of the Roadhouseās stock of alcohol, so Eddie takes mercy. He leans across the seat and opens the passenger side door, already looking like heās having he time of his life. ]
You know, youāre probably gonna have to finally tell me where weāre headed, though. Unless you want to end up in Nanaueās fish realm or something.