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Eddie Kaspbrak (ekaspbrak) wrote in snapthread,

If Sirius were another kid Eddie would know just how to react. He was small and not overly confident but he covered it up well. Adults were different. Adults you admitted your secrets to were even more difficult to know how to act around. Sirius already knew him better than anyone else. Well, besides Richie. Of course he was going to a little shy. It wouldn't last. He'd start feeling comfortable again and wouldn't have any trouble telling Sirius that he didn't like the placement of something or something.

Frowning a little, he turned towards the door and his eyes went wider once they landed on the carving. He hadn't done that. Which meant... his cheeks went a little pink as he realized who must have carved that. "Rich!" He yelled, loud enough for his voice to carry up the stairs. His shoulders slumped just a little when there was no immediate reply. No Richie materializing out of nowhere to find out what the fuck he was yelling about. Eddie's hand twitched at his side, a nervous habit he'd picked up. The urge to check for his fannypack or his inhaler, aborted midway when he realized he'd find neither of those.

He followed a beat behind Sirius and into the empty space of their living room. "We didn't know where to get furniture from." He explained as he realized Sirius was looking around. "We mostly hang out upstairs. We sleep in my bed and rough house on Richie's." He could do that now. He wasn't afraid he was going to break a limb or end up in the hospital for weeks getting x-rays to make sure nothing was broken. The mention of the hammock, however, made him smile a little brightly. "The shelves can't be too high. I wouldn't put it past Rich to try and pick me up instead of just offering to grab something for me." Because the other had to make things impossible.