Stevie. ( steve repeats, looking a little perplexed by it though he's heard eddie call him that before.
and he's a little lost because eddie's being a bit sharper now, more sarcastic than usual, but then he tosses out big boy and steve's going to blame the blush that lights up the back of his neck on the weed. it's totally the weed. he's high.
he's that high.
he also hasn't let go of eddie's wrist and doesn't think to do that until they're at his bedroom door, which is wide open. there he drops it and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his joggers. he feels nervous suddenly, actually, about eddie seeing his room. it's not much to see, really, the wallpaper's the same as it's always been, his desk is kind of utilitarian and not used. there are posters on the walls, photos of friends from school replaced by a few of the party and him and robin. there's a tv up here too with a NES hooked up.
the bed's made but it's clear that steve was slaying on the covers recently because they're rumbled. ) So. Um. Ta-dah. ( did he just do jazz hands? )
This is it. ( he shuffles inside, toward the bed and decides to flop down on it before he thinks about eddie in his bed too much. only, he goes face first because this say he can take a moment to ground himself and that's how high mind logic works. )
[ eddie isn't sure what he expects when he walks into steve's room. the rest of the house is enormous and filled with things that are clearly there to show off how much money his parents have. steve's bedroom is...
well it's not what one would immediately expect of a guy steve's age. eddie's own is littered with posters and post its with song lyrics, photographs of the hellfire and corroded coffin, his guitars hanging on the wall. this room barely looks lived in.
and the moment steve takes his hand away from his wrist is the moment eddie starts to mourn the loss of contact. he needs to get a grip, and he knows it. ]
Nice room. Kind of expected more sports trophies. [ he pauses in front of a picture with robin and steve and runs a finger across it (mostly across steve's face, but from a distance that is likely not all that obvious). ]
So you want me to -- [ he turns back around in time to witness steve faceplant onto his bed and presses his knuckles against his mouth to swallow the few giggles that threaten to spill out at this sight. ] Cute. [ he didn't actually mean to say that out loud, and figures that maybe just pretending he didn't say anything of the sort will work in his favor. steve doesn't really seem to be coherent enough to catch on, after all.
he does make his way over to the bed, still hugging the book to his chest. he has his doubts that he will make it even one full chapter through the book before steve has passed out, but maybe he will surprise hm. ] You ready for the best book you'll ever have the privilege of being read aloud to?
Oh they're in the closet. I was cleaning and didn't put them back out. ( steve raises a hand off the bed, points haphazardly around the room like that'll show eddie where the closet is. it's by the door to his en suite but that's not really clear.
he rolls over on to his back, wiggles up the bed and then settles right beneath the pillows with his arms folded under his head. high logic is a wonder. he scrunches his nose. ) You keep saying cute but you're the cute one. ( he sounds petulant. ) Bambi eyes.
And I was born ready, dude. ( was he? he had no interest in this book until eddie mentioned it today. )
[ it's painfully obvious that eddie is far too sober for the level of stoned steve is, and he tries not to feel too guilty about that. he allows himself a moment to take in everything, to take in steve in his current state while he can actually look and not worry about it being deemed as too long.
and eddie is only human, so at being called cute, and having steve comment his eyes has eddie freeze, pointedly ignoring the way his face suddenly feels hot, and the way his breath is suddenly coming a lot slower, shallower. ]
You're ridiculous, [ he comments, shaking his head. but all the same, he finds a comfortable position and opens the book to the first page and shifts into a british accent, because that seems the only acceptable way to read tolkien's work. ] The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. Concerning Hobbits.[ he pauses to take a glance at steve, making sure that he is paying attention. ]
I'm not. You are. ( which is, once again, petulant and a huff. is he talking about being ridiculous or eddie being cute? even steve isn't sure right now.
he's not expecting the british accent, though he expects voices, so that earns a bit of a giggle from steve, a crinkle in the corners of his eyes. he's definitely going to do his best to pay attention for the first bit, he is, so he stares back at eddie when he looks over and tilts his chin up with a defiant 'go on' which he doesn't voice. but he thinks. and that counts for something!!! )
[ how eddie manages to get through any narration is a minor miracle. the way steve all out giggles sends a thrill down his spine and warms his heart in a way he didn't think was possible. and when he looks up at steve and sees him latch onto every word?
eddie is simply a goner. whatever attempts he has made to try and stave off a crush are completely out the window. there's a ghost of a smile as eddie barrels on, managing to make it to the end of the first chapter, and to eddie it feels like no time has passed at all. but judging by steve's current state, he probably has no concept of time. ]
You want me to stop there or do you want me to keep going?
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and he's a little lost because eddie's being a bit sharper now, more sarcastic than usual, but then he tosses out big boy and steve's going to blame the blush that lights up the back of his neck on the weed. it's totally the weed. he's high.
he's that high.
he also hasn't let go of eddie's wrist and doesn't think to do that until they're at his bedroom door, which is wide open. there he drops it and stuffs his hands into the pockets of his joggers. he feels nervous suddenly, actually, about eddie seeing his room. it's not much to see, really, the wallpaper's the same as it's always been, his desk is kind of utilitarian and not used. there are posters on the walls, photos of friends from school replaced by a few of the party and him and robin. there's a tv up here too with a NES hooked up.
the bed's made but it's clear that steve was slaying on the covers recently because they're rumbled. ) So. Um. Ta-dah. ( did he just do jazz hands? )
This is it. ( he shuffles inside, toward the bed and decides to flop down on it before he thinks about eddie in his bed too much. only, he goes face first because this say he can take a moment to ground himself and that's how high mind logic works. )
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well it's not what one would immediately expect of a guy steve's age. eddie's own is littered with posters and post its with song lyrics, photographs of the hellfire and corroded coffin, his guitars hanging on the wall. this room barely looks lived in.
and the moment steve takes his hand away from his wrist is the moment eddie starts to mourn the loss of contact. he needs to get a grip, and he knows it. ]
Nice room. Kind of expected more sports trophies. [ he pauses in front of a picture with robin and steve and runs a finger across it (mostly across steve's face, but from a distance that is likely not all that obvious). ]
So you want me to -- [ he turns back around in time to witness steve faceplant onto his bed and presses his knuckles against his mouth to swallow the few giggles that threaten to spill out at this sight. ] Cute. [ he didn't actually mean to say that out loud, and figures that maybe just pretending he didn't say anything of the sort will work in his favor. steve doesn't really seem to be coherent enough to catch on, after all.
he does make his way over to the bed, still hugging the book to his chest. he has his doubts that he will make it even one full chapter through the book before steve has passed out, but maybe he will surprise hm. ] You ready for the best book you'll ever have the privilege of being read aloud to?
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he rolls over on to his back, wiggles up the bed and then settles right beneath the pillows with his arms folded under his head. high logic is a wonder. he scrunches his nose. ) You keep saying cute but you're the cute one. ( he sounds petulant. ) Bambi eyes.
And I was born ready, dude. ( was he? he had no interest in this book until eddie mentioned it today. )
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and eddie is only human, so at being called cute, and having steve comment his eyes has eddie freeze, pointedly ignoring the way his face suddenly feels hot, and the way his breath is suddenly coming a lot slower, shallower. ]
You're ridiculous, [ he comments, shaking his head. but all the same, he finds a comfortable position and opens the book to the first page and shifts into a british accent, because that seems the only acceptable way to read tolkien's work. ] The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring. Concerning Hobbits. [ he pauses to take a glance at steve, making sure that he is paying attention. ]
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he's not expecting the british accent, though he expects voices, so that earns a bit of a giggle from steve, a crinkle in the corners of his eyes. he's definitely going to do his best to pay attention for the first bit, he is, so he stares back at eddie when he looks over and tilts his chin up with a defiant 'go on' which he doesn't voice. but he thinks. and that counts for something!!! )
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eddie is simply a goner. whatever attempts he has made to try and stave off a crush are completely out the window. there's a ghost of a smile as eddie barrels on, managing to make it to the end of the first chapter, and to eddie it feels like no time has passed at all. but judging by steve's current state, he probably has no concept of time. ]
You want me to stop there or do you want me to keep going?