name (theorist) wrote in casefile, @ 2018-05-10 20:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: anthony troy, character: eddie wolfe, narration: log/thread |
WHO: Eddie Wolfe & Tony Troy.
WHEN: May 10th.
WHERE: Eddie's house.
SUMMARY: Eddie and Tony catch up over a box of donuts.
WARNINGS: Nope. It's tame.
Sometimes Tony really wished that Eddie had joined the force. He had that investigative mind, he knew the area, and it would mean that Tony could actually run work stuff by him. Instead he couldn't. But he could still bring a box of donuts over and knock on the door to Eddie's house. It only took a split second from the time Eddie opened the front door for him to recognize what Tony was holding. “Hide that --” he hissed. “Oh, hey Tony. Let’s go to my office.” His voice was louder as he beckoned his friend in and away from the part of the house where donut thieves were playing. Indy and Dory didn’t need more sugar. Especially not at this time of day. The box went immediately behind his back as he followed Eddie into the house. “Yes, to your office. To talk about important adult things. Like taxes. And vegetables.” “And that new vegetable tax,” Eddie embellished as he jogged ahead to get the office door open. “That was close,” he mumbled once Tony was inside. “Do you think Clea would stop making me eat vegetables if there was one?” Tony asked curiously as Eddie shut the door. Tony proceeded to set the box of delectable donuts on Eddie's desk. “Not even ganna share with Helena, eh?” He grinned. Eddie considered briefly before shaking his head, Clea seemed like the type of person who carefully budgeted for things. “More like you’d have to give up some other food so that you had more money for veggies.” Or that was his educated guess anyway. Eddie motioned to an open chair before sitting in one himself. “Nah, she might rat me out to the kids.” “That's true. She insists we eat green things.” Tony sighed the belabored sigh of a man in love with a woman who loved vegetables. His trials were surely desperate. But the smile returned easily as he took the motioned for seat. “Fair. Now just don't rat yourself out to her and you're golden.” Eddie flicked the box of donuts open with a little laugh at Tony’s vegetable woes. “Just don’t let me leave this room with powdered sugar on my face.” He took a bite of a chocolate frosted donut, chewed, and spoke again. “So, what’s up?” Tony gave him a quick salute. “Dont worry, I've got you bro.” He took his own donut because really it wasn't like he brought them all the way over here to not eat donuts. “Just stopping in, your friendly neighborhood bro.” “Bringing sugar to the masses?” Eddie laughed between bites. “Thanks, bro.” Another bite later he added. “So anything exciting happen since the engagement party?” “I'm very selfless that way. Like spring Santa Claus.” Tony laughed easily. “and you know, cop stuff. We've got new ones. So that's cool.” “I think they call that the Easter Bunny,” Eddie pointed out helpfully. “That must be fun.” He considered for a second. “Or not. If you don’t like sharing the space.” “I don't trust a bunny that lays eggs.” Tony pointed out right back at Eddie. “And I'm an excellent sharer. I just make my workspace so off-putting no one tries to join it!” “Smart,” Eddie mumbled through a mouthful of donut. It was unclear if he meant the distrust of bunnies or the tactical workplace decisions. “I think that’s a big part of why I’m self employed,” he admitted. “I don’t have to share anything unless I want to.” Tony raised an eyebrow, counting no less than six things that were clearly the girls around the office. “Yeah, seems you’re real strict about it.” “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Eddie took another bite. “These are all my toys.” “Well I bought that for Indy last year.” Tony pointed with playful indigence. “How dare you steal things from my not nieces!” “Hey, if they want to trade things for candy who am I to say no.” Eddie joked. “I hope that you’re giving them a good exchange rate.” Tony took another bite of his donut. “Five toys per candy bar,” Eddie shrugged. “They have to learn that the world is a cold hard place somehow.” “And I thought my mom was tough.” Tony laughed as he leaned back in his chair. “So, anything new and fun on your end?” Eddie glanced toward the files, laptop, and scattered papers on his desk. He sighed in an almost sad sort of way. “Just divorce stuff. What about you?” “That sounds... Unfun.” his eyes tracked to the papers on Eddie's desk. “And no, not really. We're in like wedding planning stuff and it's just so much.” It was unfun. He nodded in agreement. “At least you’ll only have to do the whole wedding thing once.” Eddie suggested. “Just think of it that way.” “That's the plan.” Tony looked thoughtful. “plus I'm pretty sure her siblings would kill me before I could finalize a divorce.” “There you go then,” Eddie laughed. “The dangers of marrying someone from Fall City, the whole family is here.” “You know I feel like most siblings wouldn't get all murdery? I don't think Trey would try to off Clea.” Tony pointed out. “I doubt Emilia would ever try to kill Helena either,” Eddie admitted. “You were just unlucky enough to fall for a Cox. If you ever do need to divorce her maybe we can get you into witness protection.” “Yeah.” Tony sighed a bit wistfully. “She just had to go and be so awesome and so murder family.” Eddie sighed, he remembered it well, that wistful phase, that honeymoon phase. “I think you’ll be just fine.” “Hopefully. Otherwise you and Blaze need to avenge me.” Tony added seriously with a final bite of donut. “Anything fun going on with the kids?” “His loyalties might be conflicted,” Eddie admitted. “But I’ll avenge you.” He stared at the box for a minute before deciding another donut would be unwise. Oh to be young again. “The usual, school, missing their brother when he’s away visiting Cynthia.” “Is he?” Tony's eyebrows shot up at that. “Like. Do you have receipts that's where he's going?” “Like a photo or video of her? No.” Eddie admitted. “But he’s twenty I have to let him have some secrets. So as long as he’s not off robbing banks…” “You don't know that he's not, technically.” But Tony couldn't argue that Blaze shouldn't have freedom. “The picture thing is weird.” “He’d need an accomplice or two to do a proper job -- but you’re right, I can’t prove he’s not.” He shrugged. “It is weird.” But there wasn’t really much more to say. If Blaze didn’t want to share -- he didn’t want to share, and Eddie wouldn’t push him. “Cynthia could be a codename for his accomplice.” Tony offered. Not that he actually thought Blaze was robbing banks. Probably not anyway. “Maybe he'll tell us eventually.” “I’m sure he will.” Or it helped to say that out loud anyway. Eddie stared at the unfinished donuts in the box. “I guess we should share these after all.” “Yessss.” Tony almost jumped up and picked up the box. “Uncle Tony, hero of the donuts.” |