eddie kaspbrak 🎈 (spageds) wrote in evaluation, @ 2019-10-29 20:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !rooms: one: day three, detroit become human: connor, it: au: eddie kaspbrak |
WHO: Connor and Eddie Kaspbrak (AU).
WHAT: After this, Eddie goes into mom mode.
WHEN: Room One, Day Three.
WHERE: Somewhere along the staircase.
WARNINGS: Foul language (it's Eddie), mentions of trauma.
STATUS: Complete!
Eddie had no fucking idea what he was dealing with right now. But did he ever? Not really. He was beginning to accept the fact that he wasn't leaving this hellpit of a funhouse any time soon, if for no other reason than to shift his focus—and anxiety—to other things. He only had so much energy, and after nearly four panic attacks in 48 hours, meeting his best friend who was more than 20 years older than him, fighting a demonic clown from space, and suffering a minor identity crisis, Eddie was attempting to prioritize his stress. He was nothing if not extremely efficient when it came to organizing his fears into neat little boxes marked Very Scary, Scary, and Not Scary At All.
Currently, what he'd determined to be Very Scary was any of the young people going missing or getting hurt. He knew without a shadow of a doubt that Bill would have committed himself to making sure they were all safe, and although he couldn't ever live up to Bill's expectations (but fuck, did he want to despite himself), Eddie was trying his hardest to do it. That, of course, included the new kid. He wondered briefly whether evil supercomputers had ages or not. Being powered on and functional for about a year didn't really clarify anything for him, but then, he'd never been into science fiction like Ben. Eddie had gotten enough of that the first time they tangled with the kid-eating circus demon, thank you very much.
Still. On the scale of things that could kill him in this place, Connor seemed harmless enough, or at least unlikely to lash out at anyone quite yet. Besides, Eddie appreciated the friends he'd made since arriving, and he was bound and determined to extend that courtesy to all of the young people he could. He wouldn't end up like the adults in Derry. He refused. So here he was, in full mom mode, ascending the stairs toward the person he knew was most likely Connor. He looked too neat to be anyone else, and it reminded him so strongly of Stan that he actually had to pause for a second to force the grief back down again. Not now, Eds, he thought to himself, swallowing against the sudden lump in his throat.
"Hey," Eddie said once he trusted his voice. "Connor, right?" He reached the landing and gave the guy a once-over. "It's Eddie," he continued needlessly, feeling awkward but plowing on ahead anyway. "I have granola bars on me if you're hungry. Do you get hungry?—Shit, sorry, that was rude. You don't have to answer that." He felt his face heat up and he scowled a little because of it, flustered. He still had the candy cane harpoon that Richie made him, which was held slightly behind him. Best not to wave that around at a stranger. Or anyone.