[ it takes a second for it to tick over in her mind, a few moments after he says "one out of three", and her eyes fall shut with a shake of her head and a laugh. because it's squishy like s'mores, jesus christ. she lets out a soft murmur of oh my god under her breath, still with that little hint of a smile on her face when she opens her eyes again and looks at eddie. even if she does stretch out one of her own legs to give him a light kick. ]
Well, it's my favourite third at least. [ maybe not when it's half-melted though, julie starts to try and break a piece off but when it just kind of squishes and wiggles instead of breaking she decides that can wait. ] But maybe I'll just...
[ of course there's no fridge in this office, but autohaven is a chilly place. julie looks around, thinking, and eventually gets to her feet with a grunt of complaint and effort — doing anything except sitting and/or laying down right now is actually offensive suddenly — to walk over to the window, where she places the bar on the ledge to get cold. ]
There.
[ she seems pretty proud of herself. and they definitely won't forget about it. ]
[ when julie nudges him with her foot and tells him the chocolate is her favorite part of a s'more, eddie tilts his head and shrugs a lazy shoulder, finally taking a short drag from the blunt he's holding onto for julie. he exhales, wets his lips and with what is very much some over-exaggerated suaveness, he murmurs of course it is, i knew that under his breath. no intention to hide it, just - being an idiot on purpose, because sometimes it's fun.
eddie watches julie stand, his eyebrows lifting slightly. the fog (ha) slowly creeping around the edges of his brain means it takes him a couple seconds longer than it should to realize that she's not just getting up and taking off on him without a word (though it wouldn't be the first time someone used him for drugs and then bounced). when she sets the candy bar on the window's ledge to harden up a little, eddie grins up at her, lopsided and relax. ]
My lady, you - are a genius. [ he offers what's left of the joint he's babysitting up to her, arm outstretched, weight leaning on his other elbow. ] And a coward. Sticky hands won't kill you.
[ maybe not the smartest thing to be calling someone who semi-regularly sacrifices him to a spider god in the sky a coward, but it's clear by the way he starts to laugh a little that he's just teasing. ]
[ julie bows when eddie calls her a genius, a smile on her face that becomes a huff and a roll of her eyes at him when he calls her a coward. ] No. [ she takes the stubby little joint and stands up straight to finish it, her other hand on her hip as she takes that last drag. ] But chocolate's better when it's cold.
[ it's very important that eddie understand that, and julie takes a moment to squint at him in apparent thought about this and decides she's satisfied. unless he decides to argue with her about it. she's fully willing to fight about which state of chocolate is the best. ]
[ anyway. she's sick of standing now. julie starts to sit, or rather, bends down and then just kind of collapses into a heap of limbs and snorts a laugh. this is fine, she's fine. ]
[ eddie weighs this claim very seriously, narrowing his eyes a little near the edges and tilting his head slowly one way and then the other, going far enough to rest his chin on his shoulder at one point. while julie's still standing, eddie looks up at her, watches her idly as she finishes off her joint, hand on her hip like she's queen of this shitty little office. she might as well be, as far as eddie is concerned. but also, it kind of reminds him of steve in a weird way.
the hand on the hip thing, not the - smoking weed in an abandoned office thing. eddie's not sure harrington's cool enough for that, but then again, that guy is full of surprises.
as julie folds like a deflating inflatable tube man, eddie turns and shifts so he's less on his side and more on his back, his weight distributed between both of his elbows instead of just the one. he drags his knees up a little, white sneakers scraping quietly against the floor, fingers tapping slowly against the floorboards near his sides. eddie leans his head again, cheek close to his shoulder but not quite touching this time as he looks back at julie. ]
Beer's also better when it's cold, but you seem to like it warm and in a shoe, so. Whose judgement should we really be trusting here? [ his eyebrows lift, the corner of his mouth quirk. ] Hm?
[ in some attempt to straighten herself out, julie rolls onto her back, props her feet up on the wall crossed at the ankles like someone turned a sitting person 90 degrees. she doesn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed, probably before the fog. that warm, loose feeling settling in, the one she's always chasing whenever she drinks or smokes these days. the first time the weight of guilt and responsibility doesn't feel like a boot pressing down on her chest, even through the insobriety. ]
[ she turns her head to look at eddie, watching him and letting another laugh slip out at the mention of the beer shoe. she can't believe she forgot that's what got them here of all the dumb things she's said lately. ]
I told you, that's how we do it in Canada. [ a small smirk tugs at her lips, even through the facial shrug. ] Clearly my taste is perfect, hoser.
[ julie's laugh makes eddie smile. it comes easy, mouth spreading to show all of his teeth, the weed finally starting to mellow him out and loosen him up. she looks - relaxed, and way more comfortable than he feels, even though he doesn't feel particularly motivated to move. ]
Or. [ his eyebrows climb higher, his eyes vaguely glassy but still bright. ] Or. Canadians are just full of shit.
[ eddie takes his weight off one elbow so he can point at her like a ha, sticking his thumb up as an afterthought so he can bend it, like he's firing a gun. he drops his hand after a beat, and then gives up trying to hold himself up and flops backwards, folding his hands behind his head. ]
Then again - maybe you do have good taste. [ he lolls his head to the side so he can look at julie. something about the shape of his mouth is very telling that he knows he's full of shit. ] Hanging out with me, burning a little grass... one might say your taste is impeccable.
[ julie gasps and puts a hand on her chest at the jab toward canadians, how dare he. not that she's exactly brimming with national pride. she is full of shit though-- they both are. ]
One might, huh.
[ she raises an eyebrow with a little smirk at eddie, arms folded over her chest. ]
[ slowly, eddie's mouth turns down, his eyebrows pinching together in thought. after a beat or two, he shakes his head once or twice. ]
Eddie... Munson. [ eddie says his own name like he's never heard it before, like he's testing out the sound of it, then cuts his eyes back to julie. his eyebrows relax, and then lift. ] Never heard of him.
[ shrugging a lazy shoulder, eddie untucks one of his hands from behind his head so he can gesture kind of aimlessly with it before letting it settle over the bright red demon head printed on his chest. ]
[ she says it very seriously, not smiling but it's there in her eyes, bright and amused as she looks away from the ceiling and turns her head to look at eddie. adjusts her legs and crosses them the other way. ]
I saw him blow a gen three times in a row the other day.
[ that makes a little smirk bloom on her face, but she's looking back at the ceiling now. ]
[ eddie blinks up at the ceiling, his eyebrows pinching again. he's not high enough that he can't think straight, but it takes him an extra second or two to walk backwards through the last handful of trials he was put through, searching for any shred of truth in her teasing.
after another moment or two, he lifts his head up off of his hand, neck craned so he can look at julie. his hand comes up off of his chest too, and he cuts his palm through the hair. ]
Okay, hey. Not true. [ he curls his fingers in, leaves one out so he's pointing at her. accusingly. ] That second one was Dwight. And it startled me.
[ which accounts for the third one. get off his case, miss murder. eddie drops his hand back down to his chest, starts to lay his head back down too when he pauses. ]
What were you doing, watching me for that long? [ ... ] You're a little creep, aren't you?
[ julie snorts a laugh when he protests the accusation, raising her eyebrows as if to say isn't it?, and it turns into a proper laugh when he brings up dwight. she's not sure if she believes him, but she doesn't care enough to argue. ]
[ and then he brings up her watching and she frowns, bristles a little at being called a creep but she's too mellow to lean into that like she usually would, so she just huffs in protest instead. ]
I was trying out something new, I wanted to know if you guys could tell I was there.
[ stealth legion is coming. she's making it happen. ]
[ eddie lets the back of his head sink back down against his hand, shifting his gaze back up toward the ceiling. it strikes him, for some reason, that he doesn't look up a lot when he's out in the realms being chased by whoever the fuck. or maybe he does, and he just hasn't here. no reason to, really, now that he's taken the time. not missing anything interesting, except for maybe a few cobwebs tucked up in the corners.
julie's little huff makes eddie laugh, quiet and lazy. he lifts his foot, uses the toe of his sneaker to scratch at an itch on the back of his opposite calf, then slaps his foot back down a little harder than he intended. ]
I could tell. [ he shifts his attention back to her, absently wondering if her legs are falling asleep yet. ] I thought you were Myers for a sec. [ hence the... first gen explosion, when he was initially startled. ] White mask in the distance, easy mistake.
[ eddie shrugs a shoulder, stretches his legs back out. ]
But that dude never wears plaid. And you're not as tall - no offense. And you were just kinda standing there, so I was like 'I guess she's just gonna let us do this generator'. And then Dwight saw you, blew it up again. Blah blah blah.
[ he doesn't need to explain a second time. and she was there, so. ]
[ she frowns when he says he could tell, but it's brief, more a twitch of her lips, and it's wiped away by an amused smile when he says he thought she was myers. the idea of mistaking her for him is, frankly, hilarious. she gets it, but it's fucking funny. ]
What do you mean I'm not as tall? [ she shimmies a little on the floor, pushes herself away from the wall a bit. ] I'm so tall.
[ julie looks serious about it, even if she's not. hell, eddie's taller than her, it's not like it's a convincing lie. ]
[ eddie laughs. doesn't even try to stifle it or hide it. ]
Maybe compared to Threegion. [ he's not entirely sure, but he thinks maybe julie's the tallest out of the four of them. maybe the five of them if that weird hunk guy counts, but including him makes threegion null and void and he likes it too much to let it go, so. sorry not sorry, hunk.
eddie smiles at her, and there's something mildly fond hidden in the shape of it. ] I can see clean over your head, sweetheart.
[ when they're standing. and maybe not clean over, because a 3 inch difference between their heights isn't really that much, but still. ]
[ joey's taller, but it's not like eddie's ever seen them together to compare. it's a small difference anyway. either way, julie is deeply offended. one of her feet falls to the floor with a thump and she looks at eddie with raised eyebrows. ]
Sweetheart?
[ funny that not even a week ago she definitely would've threatened to cut him open if he called her that, and now she just finds it kind of funny. doesn't entirely mind it, though that might change when she's sober. ]
[ eddie doesn't even realize he's said it until julie echoes it back to him, but even with a slightly foggy brain, he's still a quick thinker, and just as much of a little shithead as always. he turns his head, looks at her with this shit-eating grin, and says: ]
[ that does, at least, get a laugh out of her and julie reaches out to shove eddie's shoulder. rolling her eyes with a little shake of her head as is appropriate for such a terrible joke. ]
[ he's unfazed by the shove to his shoulder, to the name calling. he made her laugh, which is what's important. to him, at least. he likes entertaining people, even if it comes at his own expense. ]
Yeah. [ she agrees easily, he's not so bad. but it does make her think-- ] Why though?
[ it still confuses the hell out of her, every time they talk it's like he's forgotten she's stabbed him countless times at this point and she's not going to stop doing that, but he clearly hasn't. and she knows why she likes eddie — he's fun to talk to and the kind of person she would've flocked to back in ormond, the weirdo outcast delinquents were always her favourite people — she just doesn't understand the reverse. ]
Not that I'm complaining, just seems weird to share with me instead of one of your pals by the fire. I'm sure it's harder for you to raid that evidence room than one of us.
[ his immediate response is a joke, which isn't surprising, but eddie seems to consider her question for a few long moments afterwards, eyes shifting back and forth as he stares up at the ceiling. truthfully, he can't really explain why. reasonably, no one should be hanging out and shooting the shit with someone who routinely stabs them, but maybe it's that she hasn't stabbed him yet outside of trials that makes eddie view her differently than he probably should. julie's threatened it, sure, more than a few times, but eddie's just kind of breezed right through every one.
and now they're here, high and hanging out together in some shitty office in someone else's realm. life's just weird sometimes. that's about all he's got.
eddie rolls over onto his stomach, rests his cheek on his folded hands, rings squishing against the edge of his chin. ]
What, you're not my pal? [ teasing still. ] I don't know. You're cool, I guess. And I don't think Harrington's much of a toker. Buckley ripped a cigarette right out of my mouth and tossed it into a lake before I could even light it up once, so. She's out too, I think.
[ he shrugs. ]
And you've got decent music. We've got, uh. Kate? She's... fine. But not my style. [ folk music just ain't it. ] Anyway, it wasn't that hard. There's usually a totem nearby, so any time I end up in the station I just, you know - kill two birds, one... bone.
[ she smiles a little with a shake of her head at his jokes, but honestly "you're cool, i guess" is good enough for her. fairly certain he'd revise that opinion if he actually knew her, but she doesn't intend to let that happen. ]
You guess I'm cool?
[ julie says it with a smirk, teasing in return, eyes traveling the length of a crack in the wall, the paint that peels away from it. ]
High praise, Munson.
[ the foot still propped up on the wall finally comes down, and julie frowns briefly at the slight numbness of it as she stretches it out, rotates the ankle a little before she rests it down. god what she'd give to be on a couch or a bed right now, somewhere soft and warm to just swallow her up. that sounds amazing. ]
[ -- wait, what else did eddie say? julie turns her head to look at him and give him a confused squint, but it's gone now. it's not coming back. she was too busy thinking about wanting to be cosy. ]
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Well, it's my favourite third at least. [ maybe not when it's half-melted though, julie starts to try and break a piece off but when it just kind of squishes and wiggles instead of breaking she decides that can wait. ] But maybe I'll just...
[ of course there's no fridge in this office, but autohaven is a chilly place. julie looks around, thinking, and eventually gets to her feet with a grunt of complaint and effort — doing anything except sitting and/or laying down right now is actually offensive suddenly — to walk over to the window, where she places the bar on the ledge to get cold. ]
There.
[ she seems pretty proud of herself. and they definitely won't forget about it. ]
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eddie watches julie stand, his eyebrows lifting slightly. the fog (ha) slowly creeping around the edges of his brain means it takes him a couple seconds longer than it should to realize that she's not just getting up and taking off on him without a word (though it wouldn't be the first time someone used him for drugs and then bounced). when she sets the candy bar on the window's ledge to harden up a little, eddie grins up at her, lopsided and relax. ]
My lady, you - are a genius. [ he offers what's left of the joint he's babysitting up to her, arm outstretched, weight leaning on his other elbow. ] And a coward. Sticky hands won't kill you.
[ maybe not the smartest thing to be calling someone who semi-regularly sacrifices him to a spider god in the sky a coward, but it's clear by the way he starts to laugh a little that he's just teasing. ]
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[ it's very important that eddie understand that, and julie takes a moment to squint at him in apparent thought about this and decides she's satisfied. unless he decides to argue with her about it. she's fully willing to fight about which state of chocolate is the best. ]
[ anyway. she's sick of standing now. julie starts to sit, or rather, bends down and then just kind of collapses into a heap of limbs and snorts a laugh. this is fine, she's fine. ]
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the hand on the hip thing, not the - smoking weed in an abandoned office thing. eddie's not sure harrington's cool enough for that, but then again, that guy is full of surprises.
as julie folds like a deflating inflatable tube man, eddie turns and shifts so he's less on his side and more on his back, his weight distributed between both of his elbows instead of just the one. he drags his knees up a little, white sneakers scraping quietly against the floor, fingers tapping slowly against the floorboards near his sides. eddie leans his head again, cheek close to his shoulder but not quite touching this time as he looks back at julie. ]
Beer's also better when it's cold, but you seem to like it warm and in a shoe, so. Whose judgement should we really be trusting here? [ his eyebrows lift, the corner of his mouth quirk. ] Hm?
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[ she turns her head to look at eddie, watching him and letting another laugh slip out at the mention of the beer shoe. she can't believe she forgot that's what got them here of all the dumb things she's said lately. ]
I told you, that's how we do it in Canada. [ a small smirk tugs at her lips, even through the facial shrug. ] Clearly my taste is perfect, hoser.
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Or. [ his eyebrows climb higher, his eyes vaguely glassy but still bright. ] Or. Canadians are just full of shit.
[ eddie takes his weight off one elbow so he can point at her like a ha, sticking his thumb up as an afterthought so he can bend it, like he's firing a gun. he drops his hand after a beat, and then gives up trying to hold himself up and flops backwards, folding his hands behind his head. ]
Then again - maybe you do have good taste. [ he lolls his head to the side so he can look at julie. something about the shape of his mouth is very telling that he knows he's full of shit. ] Hanging out with me, burning a little grass... one might say your taste is impeccable.
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One might, huh.
[ she raises an eyebrow with a little smirk at eddie, arms folded over her chest. ]
Is 'one' called Eddie Munson, by any chance?
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Eddie... Munson. [ eddie says his own name like he's never heard it before, like he's testing out the sound of it, then cuts his eyes back to julie. his eyebrows relax, and then lift. ] Never heard of him.
[ shrugging a lazy shoulder, eddie untucks one of his hands from behind his head so he can gesture kind of aimlessly with it before letting it settle over the bright red demon head printed on his chest. ]
He sounds like a badass though.
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[ she says it very seriously, not smiling but it's there in her eyes, bright and amused as she looks away from the ceiling and turns her head to look at eddie. adjusts her legs and crosses them the other way. ]
I saw him blow a gen three times in a row the other day.
[ that makes a little smirk bloom on her face, but she's looking back at the ceiling now. ]
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after another moment or two, he lifts his head up off of his hand, neck craned so he can look at julie. his hand comes up off of his chest too, and he cuts his palm through the hair. ]
Okay, hey. Not true. [ he curls his fingers in, leaves one out so he's pointing at her. accusingly. ] That second one was Dwight. And it startled me.
[ which accounts for the third one. get off his case, miss murder. eddie drops his hand back down to his chest, starts to lay his head back down too when he pauses. ]
What were you doing, watching me for that long? [ ... ] You're a little creep, aren't you?
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[ and then he brings up her watching and she frowns, bristles a little at being called a creep but she's too mellow to lean into that like she usually would, so she just huffs in protest instead. ]
I was trying out something new, I wanted to know if you guys could tell I was there.
[ stealth legion is coming. she's making it happen. ]
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julie's little huff makes eddie laugh, quiet and lazy. he lifts his foot, uses the toe of his sneaker to scratch at an itch on the back of his opposite calf, then slaps his foot back down a little harder than he intended. ]
I could tell. [ he shifts his attention back to her, absently wondering if her legs are falling asleep yet. ] I thought you were Myers for a sec. [ hence the... first gen explosion, when he was initially startled. ] White mask in the distance, easy mistake.
[ eddie shrugs a shoulder, stretches his legs back out. ]
But that dude never wears plaid. And you're not as tall - no offense. And you were just kinda standing there, so I was like 'I guess she's just gonna let us do this generator'. And then Dwight saw you, blew it up again. Blah blah blah.
[ he doesn't need to explain a second time. and she was there, so. ]
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What do you mean I'm not as tall? [ she shimmies a little on the floor, pushes herself away from the wall a bit. ] I'm so tall.
[ julie looks serious about it, even if she's not. hell, eddie's taller than her, it's not like it's a convincing lie. ]
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Maybe compared to Threegion. [ he's not entirely sure, but he thinks maybe julie's the tallest out of the four of them. maybe the five of them if that weird hunk guy counts, but including him makes threegion null and void and he likes it too much to let it go, so. sorry not sorry, hunk.
eddie smiles at her, and there's something mildly fond hidden in the shape of it. ] I can see clean over your head, sweetheart.
[ when they're standing. and maybe not clean over, because a 3 inch difference between their heights isn't really that much, but still. ]
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Sweetheart?
[ funny that not even a week ago she definitely would've threatened to cut him open if he called her that, and now she just finds it kind of funny. doesn't entirely mind it, though that might change when she's sober. ]
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Yeah, what's up?
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[ that does, at least, get a laugh out of her and julie reaches out to shove eddie's shoulder. rolling her eyes with a little shake of her head as is appropriate for such a terrible joke. ]
You're such a pain.
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[ he's unfazed by the shove to his shoulder, to the name calling. he made her laugh, which is what's important. to him, at least. he likes entertaining people, even if it comes at his own expense. ]
One that shares his weed and chocolate though.
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[ it still confuses the hell out of her, every time they talk it's like he's forgotten she's stabbed him countless times at this point and she's not going to stop doing that, but he clearly hasn't. and she knows why she likes eddie — he's fun to talk to and the kind of person she would've flocked to back in ormond, the weirdo outcast delinquents were always her favourite people — she just doesn't understand the reverse. ]
Not that I'm complaining, just seems weird to share with me instead of one of your pals by the fire. I'm sure it's harder for you to raid that evidence room than one of us.
[ yes she saw the label on that bag. ]
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[ his immediate response is a joke, which isn't surprising, but eddie seems to consider her question for a few long moments afterwards, eyes shifting back and forth as he stares up at the ceiling. truthfully, he can't really explain why. reasonably, no one should be hanging out and shooting the shit with someone who routinely stabs them, but maybe it's that she hasn't stabbed him yet outside of trials that makes eddie view her differently than he probably should. julie's threatened it, sure, more than a few times, but eddie's just kind of breezed right through every one.
and now they're here, high and hanging out together in some shitty office in someone else's realm. life's just weird sometimes. that's about all he's got.
eddie rolls over onto his stomach, rests his cheek on his folded hands, rings squishing against the edge of his chin. ]
What, you're not my pal? [ teasing still. ] I don't know. You're cool, I guess. And I don't think Harrington's much of a toker. Buckley ripped a cigarette right out of my mouth and tossed it into a lake before I could even light it up once, so. She's out too, I think.
[ he shrugs. ]
And you've got decent music. We've got, uh. Kate? She's... fine. But not my style. [ folk music just ain't it. ] Anyway, it wasn't that hard. There's usually a totem nearby, so any time I end up in the station I just, you know - kill two birds, one... bone.
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You guess I'm cool?
[ julie says it with a smirk, teasing in return, eyes traveling the length of a crack in the wall, the paint that peels away from it. ]
High praise, Munson.
[ the foot still propped up on the wall finally comes down, and julie frowns briefly at the slight numbness of it as she stretches it out, rotates the ankle a little before she rests it down. god what she'd give to be on a couch or a bed right now, somewhere soft and warm to just swallow her up. that sounds amazing. ]
[ -- wait, what else did eddie say? julie turns her head to look at him and give him a confused squint, but it's gone now. it's not coming back. she was too busy thinking about wanting to be cosy. ]