Re: quicklog: eddie/muerte
[Eddie wasn't interested in talking about the awkward. He didn't understand the awkward, he couldn't even quantify it. For now, he just wanted time to figure it all out. He walked over to the kitchen, rummaging around in the almost empty fridge for a bottled water.] I told you what I did at the party right? Cooking? A lass showed up at my door and I tried to cook for her.