(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.
[Oh Eddie, Louis would do everything in his earthly power to make you feel more comfortable in your own skin. Not that he feels comfortable in his own, of course, Louis is the god-king of self-loathing. But when it comes to other people? He wants them to feel as good as they possibly can about themselves. Hypocritical, maybe, but true all the same.]
Fair point, Deerington does seem to have an over-abundance of dickheads. Still, the gift is appreciated. I like staying not-dead. And I'd bet a pretty fucking slap-up meal that you'd do the same for plenty of other people here, too. If they needed it.
(It certainly was some serious trial and effort having the self-esteem of a brick while encouraging others not to be the exact same way. Eddie danced that tango on a regular basis. It was easy to want the world for your friends though. They could be hypocrites together.)
Well. You're welcome. Staying not-dead is pretty cool, but staying sane is also pretty cool and I hope it helps with that too. October liked to cash in on our loony-bank so.
(He clears his throat a bit.)
Only some people. I don't have many friends so trust me. I'm not exactly rushing around to help out just whoever. (He wasn't so kind.)
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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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Fair point, Deerington does seem to have an over-abundance of dickheads. Still, the gift is appreciated. I like staying not-dead. And I'd bet a pretty fucking slap-up meal that you'd do the same for plenty of other people here, too. If they needed it.
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Well. You're welcome. Staying not-dead is pretty cool, but staying sane is also pretty cool and I hope it helps with that too. October liked to cash in on our loony-bank so.
(He clears his throat a bit.)
Only some people. I don't have many friends so trust me. I'm not exactly rushing around to help out just whoever. (He wasn't so kind.)
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I can bet. Everything I've heard about it sounds way crazier than usual. Guess this place really wants to ramp it up for Halloween.
You don't have to be friends with someone to want to help them, but I get. And the help is very much appreciated.