(At the very least it wasn't a full gay panic. It was like a minor gay tremor. A gay tremor enhanced by the part of Eddie's brain that code-red every single thing that had to do with this whole faction of his existence and slammed it aggressively into a "NEVER THINK ABOUT AGAIN" box. That box was bursting at the seams, but it had served him well for the past thirteen, nearing on fourteen, years of his life.)
It's. Super not that cool.
(Eddie sounds a little strangled here. What's happening.
That noise comes again and he just kind of moans his life. He would have never sent incense to this guy if he'd known he was going to be slaughtered by kindness.)
Okay. I-.
(How does anyone ever accept compliments?? Like what is the exact manual on that and where did Eddie buy it? Eddie spent pretty much every waking moment telling himself he could do absolutely nothing so this was kind of hashing on his style, dude.)
Well. Obviously I don't want you getting fucked over. (At last he sounds a little bit more firm. Thank God.) You're nice. There's only like five nice people in this town.
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Date: 2019-10-04 07:18 am (UTC)It's. Super not that cool.
(Eddie sounds a little strangled here. What's happening.
That noise comes again and he just kind of moans his life. He would have never sent incense to this guy if he'd known he was going to be slaughtered by kindness.)
Okay. I-.
(How does anyone ever accept compliments?? Like what is the exact manual on that and where did Eddie buy it? Eddie spent pretty much every waking moment telling himself he could do absolutely nothing so this was kind of hashing on his style, dude.)
Well. Obviously I don't want you getting fucked over. (At last he sounds a little bit more firm. Thank God.) You're nice. There's only like five nice people in this town.