Re: The Apartment: Eddie/Muerte
[Eddie had expected- well he didn't know what he expected. Maybe a reaction beyond a blank stare, something that involved yelling or perhaps a relieved sigh with her hand dramatically pressed against her chest. He looked back her, head slowly tilting to the side like she was emitting a very high pitched noise. Finally:] Please let me in? Or if I'm in time out, give me something to drink I'm dying. [He pressed his hand against the glass like the outside world was actually a deadly gas chamber and he only had seconds to live. Happy that those were spent gazing upon her goth, laundry-day beauty.]
Mueerrttee. [The sweetness only lasted a minute. Now he was grumbling.]