Re: Eddie's House: May / Eddie
Her eyebrows inched up, daring him to comment more on the king. When he didn't, when he accepted it without prodding at it, her smile gained some pleased satisfaction at the corners. If she was like Jenga, he was playing fairly well so far.
She also appreciated the cushion of space between them - the lean forward to accommodate a lean back. People were so often a dance, and she wasn't usually light on her toes. In fact, she usually was more prone to stomping, letting other people do the dancing while she cut her own path. But she found herself thinking that this, with Eddie, was nice. She nodded when he did - the situations weren't the same, but they were similar enough to provide common ground for the two of them. And as to his question, she shook her head. "Nah." The reply was short, clipped into another accented word. "'S too far to go - there and back would take too long an' there's nothin' left there for me. Even our house 'm sure is gone." Her eyes had been angled away, but now they cut back over to him. "B'sides... Repose has grown on me." Was that a pun? It might have been. She gave no obvious sign of joking other than a slight extra glint to her eye.
She was frowning at the next though, holding it as Eddie averted his own gaze. She felt harsher words in the back of her throat - scolding. But she shook herself and swallowed them back. What should it matter to her if he prodded things he didn't understand? There had been plenty of foolish souls through the years that she'd seen do that very thing. What was one more? The thought planted a small bloom of anger along the back of her neck, and she shook her head. What did it matter? She was still frowning with her next words: "Ye'd be locked up always if'n y' did tha' round 'ere."