[Wow, Eddie sure does deliver- Louis is endlessly grateful. He's sure going to put this to good use and make probably the worst smelling incense known to man, but at least they'll work!]
Hey dude thanks for the package you are a literal lifesaver now i can stave off the creeping horoscope that's gonna be october yay \o/ remind me to write you an epic song in your honour it can be as badass as you want it to be
they sure will and it is a pretty important gift i mean shit this is potentially life-saving shit
and i absolutely do write music gimmie sec
[He's gone for about fifteen minutes, then suddenly it switches to audio and a brief keyboard piece is played- it sounds like it could be the first few bars of an intro to an action movie. Suitably epic, as promised.]
it could be marginally life saving i guess. you're not wrong.
(Eddie's genuinely not expecting anything here. Maybe a song thrown his way of some shoddily put together lyrics or something at the most.
But then there's a keyboard and Louis is saying that and Eddie is having one of those moments where he's just a little too gay to function. Was a guy seriously about to sing to him? He stares at his Fluid in mute disbelief before it finally catches up to him.)
You really-. It's okay. You don't have to uh-. Sing to me. (He literally doesn't even know what to do with that. The only person who has ever sung to him before had been Richie howling some dumb love songs from the radio at Eddie but that was-. It's different.
Except a part of him really does love music and so he wasn't going to be fighting that hard on this. He wanted to hear if Louis was any good is the thing.)
It's okay, I'm not that great at putting lyrics together, I usually just do the music. It was Minnie who always wrote the actual words.
[Ah, and there's a good stab in the heart. Minnie's gone- gone before she died even, lost to him forever. She won't be writing lyrics ever again. The Delta tore all of that out of her and left her sharp and broken and wrong. He's quiet for a moment, fingers still playing a tune, mostly making it up as he goes.
Which is, naturally, of course, what he does when he sings. He's not actually all that bad a singer, certainly a little rough around the edges, but not half bad. He really did have a promising future in music before the world went down the toilet. Albeit... not for his lyric skills.]
This here's the epic Ode To Eddie The hero we all need in our times of trouble Whips together incense to keep the horrors back The guy you want in your corner, Eddie Kaspbrak
[A pause.]
Shit. Actually, is that even how you pronounce your surname? I've genuinely only ever seen it written down.
(Cool wow yeah Eddie can't respond right now because he was too busy dying. Possibly literally. Maybe. He was pretty sure that this was what it felt like to have a stroke. He thinks.
It might not be the most clever or poetic of songs, no, but Eddie literally had no clue what to do with some boy he barely knew saying all that stuff about him. His face was just on absolute fire and if you listened closely, you could actually hear his breathy shrilly despair noises.)
That's -- okay. You're like. Being way too considerate. I just-. I'm definitely not someone anyone wants in their corner. I like.
(He's choking here. Oh god. Eddie Kaspbrak accepting compliments just wasn't a thing okay.)
Yeah that's uh- that's how you pronounce it. It's. Polish.
(That totally wasn't the point here.)
Listen I'm good at like three things and the first thing is crying about being scared, second thing is hiding behind someone way more equipped, and the third thing is like...knowing where to go. That's it. So uh- your singing is nice but your lyrics could use some work. For authenticity sake.
[Oh, if only Louis were aware of the gay panic the just put into poor Eddie's heart. He's always been very oblivious when it comes to this sort of thing. Clem flirted with him for weeks and then carved a goddamn heart around their initials and he was still surprised to learn she had a crush on him. Empathetic as he is, he sure has one big blind spot.
As such, he chuckles good-naturedly. Like it ain't nothing. ]
Polish huh? That's pretty cool.
[And he does not believe this for a second, nope.]
Dude, knowing where to go is fucking important. As is helping folks out in the little ways. Like teaching someone how to make incense to keep monsters away. Being someone you want in your corner doesn't necessarily always have to be an utter badass. Sometimes, it's someone who just gives enough of a shit to help other people from getting fucked over.
(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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Date: 2019-09-30 10:05 pm (UTC)Hey dude
thanks for the package
you are a literal lifesaver
now i can stave off the creeping horoscope that's gonna be october
yay \o/
remind me to write you an epic song in your honour
it can be as badass as you want it to be
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Date: 2019-10-01 01:14 am (UTC)it's no problem. i hope they can help at least.
oh jesus you dont have to do all that i really didnt do anything special
& there's definitely nothing bad ass about making incense i dont think
do you actually write music tho
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Date: 2019-10-01 08:44 pm (UTC)they sure will
and it is a pretty important gift
i mean shit this is potentially life-saving shit
and i absolutely do write music
gimmie sec
[He's gone for about fifteen minutes, then suddenly it switches to audio and a brief keyboard piece is played- it sounds like it could be the first few bars of an intro to an action movie. Suitably epic, as promised.]
I call it Ode to Eddie.
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Date: 2019-10-02 06:24 pm (UTC)(Eddie's genuinely not expecting anything here. Maybe a song thrown his way of some shoddily put together lyrics or something at the most.
But then there's a keyboard and Louis is saying that and Eddie is having one of those moments where he's just a little too gay to function. Was a guy seriously about to sing to him? He stares at his Fluid in mute disbelief before it finally catches up to him.)
You really-. It's okay. You don't have to uh-. Sing to me. (He literally doesn't even know what to do with that. The only person who has ever sung to him before had been Richie howling some dumb love songs from the radio at Eddie but that was-. It's different.
Except a part of him really does love music and so he wasn't going to be fighting that hard on this. He wanted to hear if Louis was any good is the thing.)
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Date: 2019-10-02 10:11 pm (UTC)It's okay, I'm not that great at putting lyrics together, I usually just do the music. It was Minnie who always wrote the actual words.
[Ah, and there's a good stab in the heart. Minnie's gone- gone before she died even, lost to him forever. She won't be writing lyrics ever again. The Delta tore all of that out of her and left her sharp and broken and wrong. He's quiet for a moment, fingers still playing a tune, mostly making it up as he goes.
Which is, naturally, of course, what he does when he sings. He's not actually all that bad a singer, certainly a little rough around the edges, but not half bad. He really did have a promising future in music before the world went down the toilet. Albeit... not for his lyric skills.]
This here's the epic Ode To Eddie
The hero we all need in our times of trouble
Whips together incense to keep the horrors back
The guy you want in your corner, Eddie Kaspbrak
[A pause.]
Shit. Actually, is that even how you pronounce your surname? I've genuinely only ever seen it written down.
audio
Date: 2019-10-02 11:30 pm (UTC)It might not be the most clever or poetic of songs, no, but Eddie literally had no clue what to do with some boy he barely knew saying all that stuff about him. His face was just on absolute fire and if you listened closely, you could actually hear his breathy shrilly despair noises.)
That's -- okay. You're like. Being way too considerate. I just-. I'm definitely not someone anyone wants in their corner. I like.
(He's choking here. Oh god. Eddie Kaspbrak accepting compliments just wasn't a thing okay.)
Yeah that's uh- that's how you pronounce it. It's. Polish.
(That totally wasn't the point here.)
Listen I'm good at like three things and the first thing is crying about being scared, second thing is hiding behind someone way more equipped, and the third thing is like...knowing where to go. That's it. So uh- your singing is nice but your lyrics could use some work. For authenticity sake.
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Date: 2019-10-03 08:51 pm (UTC)As such, he chuckles good-naturedly. Like it ain't nothing. ]
Polish huh? That's pretty cool.
[And he does not believe this for a second, nope.]
Dude, knowing where to go is fucking important. As is helping folks out in the little ways. Like teaching someone how to make incense to keep monsters away. Being someone you want in your corner doesn't necessarily always have to be an utter badass. Sometimes, it's someone who just gives enough of a shit to help other people from getting fucked over.
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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.
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Date: 2019-10-05 12:16 am (UTC)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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Date: 2019-10-06 04:06 am (UTC)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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Date: 2019-10-07 01:22 am (UTC)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.