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[heatmetal]

[ this is rude behavior. you are a rude man. the chittering raises in volume the more agitated the colony gets. They're not chewers, but they are pushers - and they're going to try to wiggle their way through that gap now that they can see the window is just a little bit open. ]

[camarod]

Oh, shit -

[nope nope nope, in his arm comes, uncovered hand sliding that window closed at record speed.

new tactic, then. ] - Munson, bats hate light, right?

[heatmetal]

I - what?

[ It takes a second to register. ]

Yeah, I, uh, they're not fans of it anyway?

[camarod]

Yeah, they're not fans of me either.

[so if he turns every light on in this room, maybe. MAYBE. ]

[heatmetal]

[ Oh fuck. Now all he's thinking about is Robin Buckley's hysterical ranting about rabies.

But the light seems to do... something. They're not trying to squeeze in as much anymore. A few of them even back off of the screen. But the horde doesn't seem to be moving very far away. ]

[camarod]

[it's a breather, which is better than nothing. he retreats, momentarily, to Eddie. ]

I think we need pest control.

[heatmetal]

Or a flamethrower.

[ just what the actual fuck. ]

Why are they swarming the building?

[camarod]

They're swarming your window. Specifically.

[a beat.] But it's fine. It's cool. We're cool.

[heatmetal]

Great! Just perfect!

[ he's just going to get eaten alone its nbd. ]

[camarod]

- They're regular bats.

[he is reaching, tentatively, for Eddie's wrist. squeezing, firm. hopes it grounding in some way. thinks to stand between him and the window, because that's what he would have wanted someone to do, once.

this is new territory for him. he doesn't know how to be comforting. ] They're just regular old bats, with regular old little teeth. C'mon, look at me Eddie. In the eyes. They're not gonna eat you. I can stay, make sure.

[heatmetal]

[ yeah. they are. little tiny bats. they're not like, little piranhas with wings. he meets billy's gaze, focuses on his grounding touch.

It's not that they're going to eat him. But Vecna always made animals go weird, right? That was the prelude to disaster, wasn't it? Something about rats and flesh monsters and -

God, he hates this shit. He'd rather it go back to just being text on a page. ]

Right. Appreciate that. [ because the bats are less the problem. he can hear... voices, he guesses. words almost. let us in let us in and that feels like something bad waiting to happen. ]

[camarod]

[he used to be a sensitive kid. used to know how to cheer his mom up the right way, used to know all the birthdays of the kids in his classes, used to share all his coloured pencils.

now it's gone. the muscle memory is weak; but he can try, he thinks, to reach for some of it. he squeezes his wrist again, hums under his breath and then chews his bottom lip. thinks. ]

We can do music. Drown out the chatter.

[heatmetal]

[ if it is vecna then music is probably their best call here. ]

[ okay, calm the fuck down, eddie. he feels less like a shaken soda can and more a deflated one, and that's - at least going to guarantee he's not going to do something stupid like run into steve's room, grab a can of hairspray, and do what he used to do when wasps nested around the yard. ] I owe you some music anyway.

[camarod]

Yeah, you do. C'mon.

[he glances at the bats, watches them hover and waver against the light. he wets his lips. ]

You wanna keep calling Harrington? I can go haul his ass out of bed. Make it a party.

[heatmetal]

He's... Yeah, if this is going to be a situation then he should probably be in the know. [ Eddie falters for a minute, tilting his head back. ] But I fucked up, man.

[ Luckily his guitar is no where near the window. He picks it up. ]

[camarod]

[A beat. ]

That I find hard to believe. [finally. finally he gets the juice details -] What happened?

[heatmetal]

Uhhhh...

[ Keeping his back to Billy for a minute as he fiddles with his baby. It's not his baby but the weight in his hands is comforting all the same. There's an acoustic guitar tucked in the corner. ]

I do what I always do and freaked the fuck out. [ his fingers strum along the keys and he drops heavily down onto the bed, sparing the bats another glance. ] Bit his head off for nothing. Fucked up explaining it, too.

[camarod]

[he does sort of wish he could revel in the discord even just a bit. wishes he didn't like eddie so much so he could needle and prod, get some kind of reaction that would be satisfying.

instead, he sits next to him, leans back on his elbows and stares up at the ceiling. cannot believe how goddamn stupid these two are. ]

Can I be real with you?

[heatmetal]

I'd be offended if you weren't.

[ flicking the amp on with his toe and letting his fingers just mindlessly pick a tune. ]

[camarod]

You two are the biggest morons I have ever met.

[he hums again, then tilts his head, eyeing Eddie, chews the inside of his mouth. ] We hung out earlier. [he lifts a brow. ] Good little boys, like I said.

[his foot is tapping. one of them, anyway.] I promised him not to snitch this time. But you're both real honest to god idiots and maybe I'd be jealous of the way you're into each other if you both didn't make me wanna gag.

[heatmetal]

Well, I was in my sixth year of highschool, so that tracks. [ it's said lightly. ] Harrington's taken plenty of knocks to the head fighting supernatural monsters so...

[ it's a little mean and he sort of regrets it. eddie's tongue starts to peak out of the corner of his mouth, the absent playing transforming into a loose cover of ace of spades. he doesn't say anything else for the duration of the song and as the last chord rings, he sighs. ]

You ever just - [ he shakes his head ] get so wound up you think you're gonna burst?

[camarod]

Have you fucking met me?

[king of getting wound up etc. he's still watching; watches the face Eddie's face works, watches the way he seems to radiate all that anxious energy in every muscle. he wets his lips again, nudging Eddie with his foot.]

You need an outlet.

[heatmetal]

You're looking at it.

[ he lifts the guitar up. d&d. hellfire. his band. everything his room is plastered in. ]

It's not that, man, it's in the moment - I make the wrong choice. Every time. Every time.

[camarod]

[he swallows. his own spit feels too thick for his throat. ]

You and me both. [always. an abundance of bad choices that have led him. here. ] This isn't just about Harrington, huh.

[heatmetal]

... Nah, man.

[ his whole life is just one big fuckup. Eddie looks down, keeps his fingers busy. his teeth worry his lower lip, brow furrowing. ]

When my eighteenth rolled around, my uncle told me I needed to start being more careful. Drop allllll the stuff he knew I was doing that he didn't know about... And what was I doing on March 21, 1986? I was selling ketamine to Chrissy Cunningham.