(It was just worse in a smaller space. Eddie's voice just carried and challenged the sound barrier. Except despite his loudness and the scowl on his face, Eddie somehow manages to say it in a way that suggests he was smiling behind his words.
He does feel a bit of guilt when Richie yelps, and he eases up on the pulling.)
Sorry, Rich. (A genuine apology among the wrangling around. He didn't like accidentally hurting Richie. He's working himself under Richie, legs tucking in, and he's doing his very best when Richie goes on and says that. His head snaps back so quick that it bounces off the door behind him and he's seeing stars.)
Ow. (He murmurs in a dazed sort of way, heat already rushing helpfully into his face. Once his head clears, he's shaking it back and forth and giving Richie a full body shove.)
You started it!
(Ah yes. The mature defense passed down from generation of dumbass kid to the next. Eddie manages to scramble free from Richie, and he's sitting upright and normally in his seat. His hands float to his hair automatically, patting it idly to make sure that it didn't look dumb in the wake of their messing around.)
My eyes aren't great for the record. (He says belatedly, shifting around in his seat, leaning his weight onto his hand and pointing to his own eyes.)
I should be wearing them more often, but I figured I'd leave the role of bozo in glasses rightfully yours.
(In speaking of glasses, Eddie suddenly looks perfectly exasperated.)
What'd you do to your glasses! They're all smudged. (Eddie that was literally your fault. No matter. He sticks his hand out with quiet expectancy. It may also be a silent apology.)
only if eddie can join
(It was just worse in a smaller space. Eddie's voice just carried and challenged the sound barrier. Except despite his loudness and the scowl on his face, Eddie somehow manages to say it in a way that suggests he was smiling behind his words.
He does feel a bit of guilt when Richie yelps, and he eases up on the pulling.)
Sorry, Rich. (A genuine apology among the wrangling around. He didn't like accidentally hurting Richie. He's working himself under Richie, legs tucking in, and he's doing his very best when Richie goes on and says that. His head snaps back so quick that it bounces off the door behind him and he's seeing stars.)
Ow. (He murmurs in a dazed sort of way, heat already rushing helpfully into his face. Once his head clears, he's shaking it back and forth and giving Richie a full body shove.)
You started it!
(Ah yes. The mature defense passed down from generation of dumbass kid to the next. Eddie manages to scramble free from Richie, and he's sitting upright and normally in his seat. His hands float to his hair automatically, patting it idly to make sure that it didn't look dumb in the wake of their messing around.)
My eyes aren't great for the record. (He says belatedly, shifting around in his seat, leaning his weight onto his hand and pointing to his own eyes.)
I should be wearing them more often, but I figured I'd leave the role of bozo in glasses rightfully yours.
(In speaking of glasses, Eddie suddenly looks perfectly exasperated.)
What'd you do to your glasses! They're all smudged. (Eddie that was literally your fault. No matter. He sticks his hand out with quiet expectancy. It may also be a silent apology.)