[ 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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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. ]