Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
Eddie saw the shake of her head and it made him smile softly. He spent so much of his life changing to please, to trick, to get what he wanted. If he wanted to, he could put on a show for her. Slow, deliberate, like ivy growing up the side of a house. But, he had done that for so many women in his life and it never made him happy. Eddie couldn't be slow as a deep breath of fresh air or a flower turning towards the sun. He could wander towards some middle ground, though. Especially when she was so careful with his robe. He watched her hand move over it and turned so she couldn't see him smile.
He made a big show about how heavy the basket was by pretending it was full of bowling balls and uuughing at its weight like she was forcing him into manual labor. Once he was done goofing, he held it normally and carried it. More seriously with some concern: "Have you investigated it yourself? Or worried that someone might assume you'd have something to do with it?" Eddie was well aware of the mysterious aura surrounding May. It was one of the reasons why he insisted on bothering her so much.
His ears perked at the ghost of an accent and Eddie stored that away to mull over later.
He lead her to a bare spot of dirt that had been cleared of weeds and softened for a fresh plant. The plot of land was a perfect square, which suggested he likely measured it out and that was just his own tendency to over plan everything. "I'll be perfectly honest, I've only had potted plants before. And, even then-" He pulled at his collar to suggest they didn't live very long.