|| i miss being here :(

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"of course we can be friends." he's quick to pull her into a tight hug, heart aching because... well. this is his fault, isn't it? steve is the one who freaked out, who was too scared and forgot to be her friend in the first place. "we /are/ friends."

chugging... milk?

huff. but. it's milk. it's not supposed to be chugged like that.

it's... i don't know. but. hm. i guess it makes sense when you're all... buff. and stuff. yeah.

feeling kinda 💅

what kind of urge is that??

what? weird. it shouldn't be so difficult to achieve. sitting on laps is nice.

...what if steve offered? just so eddie doesn't... howl. or cry. or whatever.

that's what friends are for, right?

what? no, no, of course not! that's... no. shush.

huh? i'm not-- huff. do you want me to sit on your lap or not?

well - okay. ( they awkwardly sit down on eddie's lap, lips pursed, not knowing what to do with their hands. )

he fell out of bed-- ouch.

it's SO hot - too hot for clothes - all they want is ice cream.

...yeah? you're strong and, you know. i like your arms. so.

snorting softly, they rest a hand on his arm, squeezing lightly. "definitely. so it's not just the milk you're chugging, hm?"

he echoes gray's chuckle, his hands moving to lightly cup his cheeks. "you're just naturally pretty, i think."

|| i want to be here but i have a feeling others dont so 🙃 guess it was worth an attempt at least, byyyyeeeee