(It was all a little too raw, a little too honest for the both of them especially given what they had both just come off of. No doubt other opportunities would present themselves in the near future. With this duo it was unavoidable.
In the meantime Eddie was too busy practically shining with pleasure at Richie’s reaction. Oh sure he had shown his car off gladly to dozens of people by now, but none of them had been Richie Tozier. Aka the one person whose opinion mattered above all other. Not that Eddie would ever admit that- though it is beyond evident in the way that his gray eyes were so bright they seemed silver.)
No one. One day she just showed up and it was love at first sight. It sounds dumb but she’s definitely got a mind of her own. She uh- helped me out back when I got hurt. Ran the person over.
(Not that Eddie wanted to bring it back up but he did want Richie to know that this beast of a car was on Eddie’s side.
People have made comments about how a shorty like him could be driving, but none have ever done it the Richie Tozier way which was to completely invade his sense. Eddie doesn’t jerk his leg away, but he does give a great shriek, his face flushing red. It was impossible to tell if he was blushing from rage, embarrassment, or some combination. He gives Richie’s shoulder a solid smack for his troubles- though curiously doesn’t try to shove him away or do anything to get him to stop shaking his leg. Figures.)
Riiiiichie! Stop that! I'm not that short. My legs are perfectly capable. People under 5’5 drive all the time. We can’t all be long ass bitches like you and Bev and Bill, okay?
(And because it just felt right and because if Richie was going to be obnoxious then so was Eddie- Eddie tugs his legs out from under the steering wheel and proceeds to slump down in his seat and shove both of his feet into Richie’s side and stomach, pushing with all his strength. A wide smirk grew on his face as he gave Richie’s side a good, but harmless kick.)
I genuinely dont know which one is being more obnoxious here
In the meantime Eddie was too busy practically shining with pleasure at Richie’s reaction. Oh sure he had shown his car off gladly to dozens of people by now, but none of them had been Richie Tozier. Aka the one person whose opinion mattered above all other. Not that Eddie would ever admit that- though it is beyond evident in the way that his gray eyes were so bright they seemed silver.)
No one. One day she just showed up and it was love at first sight. It sounds dumb but she’s definitely got a mind of her own. She uh- helped me out back when I got hurt. Ran the person over.
(Not that Eddie wanted to bring it back up but he did want Richie to know that this beast of a car was on Eddie’s side.
People have made comments about how a shorty like him could be driving, but none have ever done it the Richie Tozier way which was to completely invade his sense. Eddie doesn’t jerk his leg away, but he does give a great shriek, his face flushing red. It was impossible to tell if he was blushing from rage, embarrassment, or some combination. He gives Richie’s shoulder a solid smack for his troubles- though curiously doesn’t try to shove him away or do anything to get him to stop shaking his leg. Figures.)
Riiiiichie! Stop that! I'm not that short. My legs are perfectly capable. People under 5’5 drive all the time. We can’t all be long ass bitches like you and Bev and Bill, okay?
(And because it just felt right and because if Richie was going to be obnoxious then so was Eddie- Eddie tugs his legs out from under the steering wheel and proceeds to slump down in his seat and shove both of his feet into Richie’s side and stomach, pushing with all his strength. A wide smirk grew on his face as he gave Richie’s side a good, but harmless kick.)
See? They work just fine, Rich.