Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
Eddie sat down theatrically, like a puppet who was working very hard to impress an audience and needed a little slack on his strings. It was all playful and a very good way to work out the nervous energy he tended to carry in his limbs. Nervous? Yes, a bit. He hated the idea of running off someone so interesting with simply his personality and quirks. He understood the irony of it, of course, because his entire livelihood revolved around attracting people to the carnival. Goodness.
He settled, arms dangling a little off the wrought iron thrift store chair as he looked up at her stuff that whole cookie in her mouth. Eddie smiled, so very charmed. "That was testing the waters. I know you wouldn't believe real flattery because you don't need it, do you? There's three kinds of people in this world." He counted them off for her on his hand: "One, who are so pleased you gave them a compliment. Two, who don't care you gave them a compliment. And, three those who want to know why you gave a compliment. You my dear, are two. I-" he touched his chest with his fingers, "Am a three. Not exactly compliment fertile ground. Either of us!"
He waggled his eyebrows at her and leaned forward, pouring himself some tea. "Now, you must tell me if you've had tea like that before. If not, I'll make sure to try harder next time." Eddie loved a good hunt.