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eddie kaspbrak ([personal profile] clussy) wrote in [community profile] quietplace 2018-02-23 08:32 pm (UTC)

Oh THAT kind of tool. I thought because machine he might...I dunno. Transform into a wrench.

(Sounded stupid, maybe, but Eddie's literally met a transformer before so you know. Kid's got an open enough mind when it came to these oddities in the universe. He shuts the door silently behind Majima, glancing out behind him instinctively.

It was...almost weird inviting an adult over in the sense that Eddie never knew where to stand with adults this early on in a more positive relationship. He couldn't figure out if he was The Kid and they were In Charge or if he could comfortably say they were friends or- or what.

Funnily enough, even today, he still worried more about adults than IT. Go figure. His eyes flicker to the man's device. And that makes it..just a little more clear that maybe this man was more of a friend than an authority.)


Thank you. I usually sleep with one of my best friends, or sometimes both, but sometimes

(He doesn't type out a trail-off. Instead he just shrugs absently and nods for Majima to follow him. He'd ask about why Majima slept poorly in a second. That sort of thing always hung in his mind. First, he leads Majima into the master bedroom. There's an actual bed in there, sheets all over, and some assorted odds and ends here and there. Obviously a kid moving himself in.

But at the far back of the wall, where there were no windows or doors, Eddie had begun his wall.)


Trying to remember more details. But it's hard sometimes.

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