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laughs into the heavens

[casts]

Alright, Richie, seriously— your ten fucking minutes are up!

❪ it's rather early for a saturday and, yet, eddie has found himself at the clubhouse currently occupied by only himself and richie as they wait for the other losers to arrive. the two of them had came to the barrens together and had, for the most part, sat in silence as whatever latest hit played on the radio. eddie busily fiddling with his calculator watch and richie reading some comic as he lazed around.

lazed around in their fucking hammock that had fucking rules that rich was always fucking breaking.

eddie, standing straight to give himself the illusion of height he didn't have, is not standing with arms crossed and impatiently tapping his foot. ❫

I'm gonna tip you out this time, I swear.

[trashmouthed]

What's the point of getting here early if we're not gonna take advantage of the so-called rules? Stop being such a little bitch about it, as soon as the rest of 'em file in you can have the damn hammock.

[Just to add some insult to injury, Rich fully sprawls out in the space the hammock provides with an exaggerated groan of comfort. If Eddie wants to move him he's gonna need a lot more incentive than, "I'll flip you," because at this point he's become a professional when it comes to the king of the rock too.]

[casts]

Stop saying 'we' when it's just you taking advantage of our rules, jackass.

❪ there's a moment where it looks like eddie might back down. the smallest of moments because just as quickly he's all but flopping into that fucking hammock, richie be damned. ❫

You know for someone so skinny, you sure take up a lot of fucking space!

[trashmouthed]

Skinny?! Screw you, I'm 100% grade-A Derry beef. You're the scrawny one here. You barely make the hammock move. See?

['A verbal agreement,' that Richie absolutely intended to stretch the rules on for as long as it benefited him. It's still pretty early, and the other losers aren't gonna be around for twenty minutes or longer. It'll be a small fucking wonder if they make it down before then with extracurriculars being what they were. The Earlybird gets the worm.]

Looks like it's a "we" situation now, isn't it Eddo? Takes two to form a guilty party.

[casts]

Yeah, okay, whatever. A strong gust to take you straight back to town with no effort.

❪ he has to struggle a little, shifting and moving until he's comfortable with legs tucked at richie's side and a frown on his face. ❫

Don't call me that! And it's always ends up being "we" because you never follow the fucking rules.

[trashmouthed]

A light breeze to blow you back to town, pal. I can do this all day.

[They quipped back and forth a lot more than the rest of the group but that's because Eddie could keep up and play the mental hockey with him. Nobody else was capable of that in their little ragtag batallion.]

Maybe take a walk on the wild side and then get back to me about being complicit in all my crimes.

[casts]

Good thing I can just grab you and take you along for the fucking ride then.

❪ it's almost a comfort at this point, truthfully. it's not like he can be this way at home, not with his mom and richie helped getting rid of some of that stress with these stupid quips back and forth. ❫

I'm talking about the hammock, dumbass. You never move when it's my turn, I always have to share with you! And what wild side? You staying up past your curfew or eating ice cream for breakfast? Real criminal activities there.

[trashmouthed]

Great idea. Let's wait for the next serious storm and get blown away together. What's that Scott? It's raining men? This just in: The Weather Girls aren't just musicians, they're prophecizing witches.

[In his best weatherman voice, with one hand to his ear like-so. Eddie might like to bitch at him, but Richie still settles back and moves sideways just to make sure that he's comfortable since they're stuck sharing the thing.]

You're forgetting all about the petty theft and defacing of public property. I'm hurt.

[casts]

At least we'd get out of Derry then.

❪ he has to laugh though because despite how dumb richie's voices can be there is some humor to be found. and, yeah, eddie is going to take advantage of that offered space and get comfortable. ❫

And assault with a deadly weapon. Though Bowers and his gang fucking smacked you pretty hard with a rock too.

[trashmouthed]

Fuck. I'd take getting swept into riptides any day over being stuck here for the rest of my life.

[Richie had seen what living in Derry for a lifetime did to people. Salty codgers that just let children get taken and look the other way when kids try to kill other kids. It's bleak, and definitely not where he sees himself winding up.]

Exactly. I'm detention center material. That's already a full rap sheet. Then there's you over here the surgeon general with no medical license. We're made for bigger and better things, Eds. One way or another. I'd even take jail on the other side of the country over a lifetime sentence to this shit.

[casts]

❪ ooc; in which i turn this into some young love soulmate 'seeing the world in color when you meet them' shit. ❫

Yeah, I don't wanna be stuck here like mom or worse— die here like dad did.

❪ he doesn't talk about his dad a lot or ever, really. only being five-years-old at the time does shit to a kid when they have to learn about a personal death that harshly. he frowns though and tilts his head at rich with a small look. ❫

You think so? Maybe we'll even live in big cities too something totally different from this place. ❪ he chuckles and nudges his foot against richie's side. ❫ Maybe you'll even find your soulmate out there.

❪ not that he doesn't wonder if richie is like him too. some dumb kid who's world was already flourished in color and had been for some time— had been since they first met. it's gotten a lot easier lying about it since then but it's always a topic he consider broaching with his very reason for seeing the world as brightly as he does now. ❫

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8WBAinat0pA

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You're not gonna die.

[It's stated matter-of-factly but it's also his attempt at reassuring himself. His book hits his lap and his eyes lift from the words and pictures to Eddie's face. His dad isn't something he brings up very often, and for good reason.]

I know we're gonna get out of here. It's the only thing I'm sure of.

[Soulmates are a topic Richie's never let himself think about, his world instantly flooded with color when he met Eddie but all that color transcended into chaos when they found out what was really going on in Derry.

That put actually thinking about it on the back burner, and then eventually nerves came into play and life in Derry and his own reputation for being a four-eyed faggot took root in deep insecurities.

Richie moves his leg against Eddie's there in the hammock, shifting enough to really lean back and let his lower body slip down more comfortably.]

Maybe you will too. Where are you thinking? I wanna go city by city, travel I guess- until I find one that doesn't suck.

[casts]

We're all gonna die one day. ❪ he says slowly, softly and with a shrug of his shoulders as eddie returns the look. ❫ But nothing too soon. There's a lot I wanna see after all the shit we've had to put up with.

❪ the whole of that summer was always harder to think about. chaos was definitely a word for it especially when you think about the number of times that eddie figured he wasn't going to make it through that summer alive but somehow they all did and he can't help looking at the healed scar on his hand with a small smile.

as richie moves in the hammock, eddie remains still and rests a hand on the other's ankle with a thoughtful hum. ❫

Portland, first. I wanna see Bev again. ❪ because it has been hard, he finds, to be without a piece of their family. because, yeah, richie might just be his soulmate but he thinks the other losers are connected together now too through the scars on their hands. ❫ After that, um, maybe New York... I guess. Boston too.

text nonsense for in the night—

[casts]

I'm going to the general store to get some things.

Is there anything you want me to keep an eye out for?

[trashmouthed]

YEAH big league chew, 20/20, and skin mags

you know i don't need anything from the general store dude - just get what you need and don't talk to strangers.

[casts]

There's plenty of shit we could use here though and anyway, I've got to finish these first aid kits

And don't talk to strangers? Yeah, okay, mom

[trashmouthed]

I mean it - last time a kid came up to me unannounced they were dragging people back into the woods.

You really gotta let go of all that anger about me and your mom, Eddie. Women are just susceptible to my charms.

[casts]

Alright, alright-- I get it

And, yeah, susceptible like people are to small pox or the plague

[trashmouthed]

Ha. Ha. Very funny. If that's true I'm just natural selection.

I wasn't kidding about the bubble gum though. Now that I'm dead I'd really love to rot my teeth.

[casts]

Maybe they'll find a vaccine for you too

Fine, fine, I'll look for some bubble gum for you but you should still brush your teeth because I'm not going to be hanging out with you if I can smell your breath from across the room

[trashmouthed]

Fat chance. I'm too contagious and not enough cultures of me or scientists anymore.

Guess you're stuck being ground zero for Richincephalitis.

I'm not an animal I'll brush my teeth. Jesus.

[casts]

Gross, I don't want to spend my afterlife as ground zero for anything you're carrying

You are an animal but, yeah, thanks

[trashmouthed]

Too bad you've been exposed there's no going back now.

Patient ZERO.

The only animal I am is a sexy beast.

[casts]

Gross

But I guess that's why I always feel like I'm going to fucking throw up whenever I see or hear you

Double gross

[trashmouthed]

WELL BABY
get ready to be sick for the rest of your afterlife

we're stuck here together and that means I have to keep an eye on you.