[ Eddie considers it, twirling the pick around his fingers. then throws it, catches it, and makes his way on over to their selection, calling over his shoulder: ]
We're not gonna be allowed to hang out unsupervised anymore!
What's he gonna do, make us sit in the back of his mom car while he chaperones us?
[He can see it. But listen, look, he's being led to the bases. Some quiet confusion of what the fuck is going here, but a sale is a sale and, yes. ] Look, we can get him one that matches. He'll love that shit. Just think of those pretty brown eyes, E.
[ ugh. UGH. eddie is also weak for this, because these look cool. and steve learning to play bass is hot. teaching steve to play is hot. he tilts his head back with an exaggerated groan as if this is a burden and he's not elated.
he picks one up - black, with the same pattern as his latest impulse purchase. ]
[a hum of approval, fingering over the hardware, then the strings. he is the worst kind of enabler, actually. ] Hell fucking yes.
[besides he does. owe steve. for the little figurine. this is obviously equal value. ] - Can you add this to the same delivery?
[yes, they can, yes they will. big day for impulse purchases - ] Oh, yeah. You guys know where to buy a decent camera set up? We need lights and shit, right E?
Oh right, yeah... I been doing a little research on that. We're gonna need some studio lights, some kinda backdrop. [ he chews absently on a fingernail. ] That spare bedroom you got could be converted into a set.
Yeah, I was thinking that too. It's just the sofa bed anyway.
[He hums, - listens to the tattoo'd clerk list of directions to a decent supplier - then nods, distracted. ] Shoulda wrote a list, man. C'mon - we can figure out over loaded fries.
[He offers a quick thanks on their way out, makes sure his bike is still in place before the cross and head to where Billy hopes has at least good burgers. Like, thick. ] I keep wondering if I should get like a place, place, you know? In case a confluence throws up Max.
[he's not going hope Max ends up here, because well, he's still not sure about it really. still, he should - he should prepare, right? that's the right thing to do?]
You're gonna be able to buy a wholeass mansion by Christmas.
[ he clicks his tongue. ]
And not yet. I'm leaving that to him, y'know? My standard of living and his are worlds apart. Best I can do is poke around and make sure he's not dropping us right in the middle of crime alley because he can't tell a good neighborhood from a bad one.
He let you keep your tibia? That's real love shit.
[ha.] I get it, I guess. What if he wants to move to the suburbs? Get a little fixer upper with a white picket fence and whole yard for his retirement.
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[He's looking at the other two, absolutely maniacal.] He should get his boyfriend a bass, right?
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We're not gonna be allowed to hang out unsupervised anymore!
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[He can see it. But listen, look, he's being led to the bases. Some quiet confusion of what the fuck is going here, but a sale is a sale and, yes. ] Look, we can get him one that matches. He'll love that shit. Just think of those pretty brown eyes, E.
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[ ugh. UGH. eddie is also weak for this, because these look cool. and steve learning to play bass is hot. teaching steve to play is hot. he tilts his head back with an exaggerated groan as if this is a burden and he's not elated.
he picks one up - black, with the same pattern as his latest impulse purchase. ]
How about this one?
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[besides he does. owe steve. for the little figurine. this is obviously equal value. ] - Can you add this to the same delivery?
[yes, they can, yes they will. big day for impulse purchases - ] Oh, yeah. You guys know where to buy a decent camera set up? We need lights and shit, right E?
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[He hums, - listens to the tattoo'd clerk list of directions to a decent supplier - then nods, distracted. ] Shoulda wrote a list, man. C'mon - we can figure out over loaded fries.
[He offers a quick thanks on their way out, makes sure his bike is still in place before the cross and head to where Billy hopes has at least good burgers. Like, thick. ] I keep wondering if I should get like a place, place, you know? In case a confluence throws up Max.
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Yeah, man. I can see the worth in that. If you're making good money and outgrowing the space you're in, why not?
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[he's not going hope Max ends up here, because well, he's still not sure about it really. still, he should - he should prepare, right? that's the right thing to do?]
- You and Bambi eyes found a place yet?
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[ he clicks his tongue. ]
And not yet. I'm leaving that to him, y'know? My standard of living and his are worlds apart. Best I can do is poke around and make sure he's not dropping us right in the middle of crime alley because he can't tell a good neighborhood from a bad one.
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[Dreams are for dreaming etc. ] He grew up rich, dude. If he can't tell the bad from the good then there's no hope.
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No, man, that's the problem. Rich people only look at the surface. They see clean and think safe.
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[ he gives his head a little shake. ]
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[ bumping shoulders with him. ]
I don't trust anyplace that doesn't look a little lived in. But, hey, that might be because I spent most of my formative years living out of a truck.
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[ha.] I get it, I guess. What if he wants to move to the suburbs? Get a little fixer upper with a white picket fence and whole yard for his retirement.
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[ he considers. ]
And... pretty sure that'll be what we end up doing. Harrington's gonna want to be sure there's enough room for all his little rugrats.