[ooc: you deserve literally all the apologies. i tried to reply to this like three times and something happened EVERY SINGLE TIME and i got frustrated with it, but i love them and i can't leave it here.]
[Teddy scrunches their eyebrows at him in what they hope communicates who the fuck would I tell? in the very brief moment they have to look away. (There are, actually, a few mutual friends who would probably know the song, and the really obvious answer is Steve, but Teddy don't do their friends like that, okay.)
She's going to force him to listen to the Disturbed cover of Sound of Silence when all this is over. You know, presuming the Lyhos doesn't go super feral.
[Eddie's voice is good, actually, and to be fair to him, he goes for it: rougher than Simon and Garfunkle but come the fuck on; besides, Teddy has always favored musicians without perfect vocals. And, more to the point, it's Eddie's, and that's more comforting than something professional, between Teddy's slow statements. When he pulls his hand away to gesture, and Eddie squeaks and protests a little, it's even harder not to glance his way, not to turn or assure him in kind.
You can do this, Teddy thinks, and isn't sure if it's more to themself or Eddie.
[The Lyhos inclines its head. There's what feels like an interminable quiet, though it really only stretches out a line or so. Teddy can feel her own heart pounding in her ears, afraid to look away and afraid to look too aggressive: she settles on lowering her eyes a little while it thinks. Then looks up, almost startled, as the goat creature removes the mask: she blinks at it on the branches for a dumb second.]
...Thank you.
[Teddy inclines his own head, almost a bow, a hand to his chest in thanks. He reaches carefully, both hands palm up, to carefully lift the mask from the bushes and, likewise, steps backward from the edge, away from the basket and gifts.
This time, Eddie does get a look, a mixture of holy shit dude it worked and deep gratitude. And a little, tentative smile, one that's turned back toward the goat as well.
Because they can, they softly pick up where Eddie's gotten to, this time taking the harmony after the first couple notes.]
...sail on by. Your time has come to shine. All your dreams are on their way...
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[Teddy scrunches their eyebrows at him in what they hope communicates who the fuck would I tell? in the very brief moment they have to look away. (There are, actually, a few mutual friends who would probably know the song, and the really obvious answer is Steve, but Teddy don't do their friends like that, okay.)
She's going to force him to listen to the Disturbed cover of Sound of Silence when all this is over. You know, presuming the Lyhos doesn't go super feral.
[Eddie's voice is good, actually, and to be fair to him, he goes for it: rougher than Simon and Garfunkle but come the fuck on; besides, Teddy has always favored musicians without perfect vocals. And, more to the point, it's Eddie's, and that's more comforting than something professional, between Teddy's slow statements. When he pulls his hand away to gesture, and Eddie squeaks and protests a little, it's even harder not to glance his way, not to turn or assure him in kind.
You can do this, Teddy thinks, and isn't sure if it's more to themself or Eddie.
[The Lyhos inclines its head. There's what feels like an interminable quiet, though it really only stretches out a line or so. Teddy can feel her own heart pounding in her ears, afraid to look away and afraid to look too aggressive: she settles on lowering her eyes a little while it thinks. Then looks up, almost startled, as the goat creature removes the mask: she blinks at it on the branches for a dumb second.]
...Thank you.
[Teddy inclines his own head, almost a bow, a hand to his chest in thanks. He reaches carefully, both hands palm up, to carefully lift the mask from the bushes and, likewise, steps backward from the edge, away from the basket and gifts.
This time, Eddie does get a look, a mixture of holy shit dude it worked and deep gratitude. And a little, tentative smile, one that's turned back toward the goat as well.
Because they can, they softly pick up where Eddie's gotten to, this time taking the harmony after the first couple notes.]
...sail on by. Your time has come to shine. All your dreams are on their way...