[ even a little louder, the song julie's listening to is unrecognizable even to eddie, but by the sound of it, as tinny and muted as it is, it would seem that she has good taste in music - loud and angry is right up his alley, right in his wheelhouse. not that there were very many doubts about julie's musical interests, considering the snippets of music eddie's caught here and there while being chased in a trial, but still. it's just one more thing that eddie... appreciates. about her, at least.
it doesn't even really cross his mind that julie'll have to unmask until she's curling a thumb under the edge of it, ready to slide it back and off - but it makes sense. eddie's halfway through rolling his eyes at her offhand comment about his ambitions when he catches the movement and pauses. he doesn't stare, but he watches, curious. about the brief moment of hesitation, about what she looks like, because he'd be lying if he said he'd never wondered. he doesn't stare, but he glances out of the corner of his eye as he tilts his weight a little to one side, away from her, so he can dig into his jacket pocket for the main reason they're even here.
when julie jokes, eddie feels a little more at ease, though he's not even sure why he felt tense at all in the first place. he casts her another glance, this one a little more intentional, and smiles a bit at her as he slides two rolled joints out of his pocket, kept 'safe' in a little plastic baggie clearly marked 'EVIDENCE', and a crushed book of matches.
with the mask gone, eddie allows himself a few seconds to just look at julie. he's not sure what he expected, if he expected anything at all. she's pretty, but she's just... a normal girl. eddie smiles at her again, faint and easy, and shakes his head slightly. ]
Oh, man. Truly terrifying. Horrifying, even. [ he puts his hand to his chest, crushing the bag a little under it, and then drags one of his knees up so he can rest his wrist on it. eddie turns his attention to the grass in his hands, fishing a single joint out. ] Thought you'd have different eyes, though. Blue.
[ eddie turns his head, offers her the joint, held carefully between his fingers. ]
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it doesn't even really cross his mind that julie'll have to unmask until she's curling a thumb under the edge of it, ready to slide it back and off - but it makes sense. eddie's halfway through rolling his eyes at her offhand comment about his ambitions when he catches the movement and pauses. he doesn't stare, but he watches, curious. about the brief moment of hesitation, about what she looks like, because he'd be lying if he said he'd never wondered. he doesn't stare, but he glances out of the corner of his eye as he tilts his weight a little to one side, away from her, so he can dig into his jacket pocket for the main reason they're even here.
when julie jokes, eddie feels a little more at ease, though he's not even sure why he felt tense at all in the first place. he casts her another glance, this one a little more intentional, and smiles a bit at her as he slides two rolled joints out of his pocket, kept 'safe' in a little plastic baggie clearly marked 'EVIDENCE', and a crushed book of matches.
with the mask gone, eddie allows himself a few seconds to just look at julie. he's not sure what he expected, if he expected anything at all. she's pretty, but she's just... a normal girl. eddie smiles at her again, faint and easy, and shakes his head slightly. ]
Oh, man. Truly terrifying. Horrifying, even. [ he puts his hand to his chest, crushing the bag a little under it, and then drags one of his knees up so he can rest his wrist on it. eddie turns his attention to the grass in his hands, fishing a single joint out. ] Thought you'd have different eyes, though. Blue.
[ eddie turns his head, offers her the joint, held carefully between his fingers. ]
Brown suits you.