Re: eddie/muerte quicklog
[Eddie smiled at the teenagery and (admittedly) Gotham reply.] My kind of people. [Good people with records? Yeah, that was Eddie all over. And, besides if this place was as protected as the rumors said, there wouldn't be a soul in this building that would scam any of the folks staying around. If this was all Muerte's doing? Yeah, it deserved a visit.]
[The wide smile warmed the riddled man's heart and he felt happy in a way he didn't think he could. Eddie wanted to call Stephanie and tell her how good this all went. How much he loved this city and the people he could connect with now in a way he never thought possible. It was a sort of rush a middled aged man had when he wanted to do something good. Wanted to add instead of subtract.] I'll say I was snooping. I'm sure they all expect that of me now, anyway. [Eddie smirked with a smarmy pride and then pointed at Duane.] I'll stop by on the way out to make sure you got everything, alright? [He waited for a nod and then wandered upstairs as Duane directed.]
[All around him were women with that tired but content look on their faces that came with safety in a storm. He stopped to chat with some of them. Asked how they were doing, showed off his wedding ring and boasted about his church's fish fry that they just had to go to next month. He kept wandering, looking for Muerte and eventually ended up near one of the bedrooms. He didn't go inside, only leaned on the hallway and watched a little girl hum and read a book about butterflies on the floor across from him. Eddie felt a tear prick the edge of his eyes. Something sad and empty that he quickly wiped away before anyone could see.]