[ the weird thing about being faced with oneself is that eddie knows himself. sure he’s plenty aware of the evil doppelgänger comic shit but between the two of them, honestly, he’s looking more like the one that fits that trope. his other self doesn’t look like he’s taking chunks out of anyones neck. he let himself wonder or spiral about the fucking scars.
so he relaxes, just a bit, at the laugh that tells him it’s all fucked but not that he’s hallucinating. ]
Jesus. Just fuck me. [ he runs a hand down his face. ]
Okay. Okay. [ because that sounds like the best goddamn idea that anyones had in relation to shit he should do since the wrap to hellfire’s campaign, which feels like a lifetime ago already. ] Why not. I don’t want to do this sober either.
Lead the way. [ he says to himself and resists letting out a hysterical laugh because what the fuck-??? so he follows, because the alternative is running off and that gets him less answers and no weed. he doesn’t ask any questions for now because he’s not sure he’ll be able to handle the answers. or that he’d appreciate the questions. ]
no subject
so he relaxes, just a bit, at the laugh that tells him it’s all fucked but not that he’s hallucinating. ]
Jesus. Just fuck me. [ he runs a hand down his face. ]
Okay. Okay. [ because that sounds like the best goddamn idea that anyones had in relation to shit he should do since the wrap to hellfire’s campaign, which feels like a lifetime ago already. ] Why not. I don’t want to do this sober either.
Lead the way. [ he says to himself and resists letting out a hysterical laugh because what the fuck-??? so he follows, because the alternative is running off and that gets him less answers and no weed. he doesn’t ask any questions for now because he’s not sure he’ll be able to handle the answers. or that he’d appreciate the questions. ]