Re: Eddie's Kitchen: Muerte / Eddie
[His fingertips barely touch her palm and then she's gone. He snaps his fingers.] Dang it, Muerte. [He whispers out loud and turns to look at her. He's amused for just a moment until he hears that tone and his eyes flutter as he gives out a sigh. Okay, story time. Yes, he could do that. Eddie turns to give her his full attention, sitting up straight as he crosses his ankle to his knee, rests his elbow on the step behind him and leans his face on his knuckles. He looks a little like a king on a spiraled throne. One hand extends and he rolls his wrist in the air as if to say please continue.]