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Eddie Kaspbrak (ekaspbrak) wrote in snapthread,

Was sighing the same as saying so? Maybe it was. He tried to think about whether or not the same could be said about any time he'd sighed at Richie's antics but didn't try to think too hard about it. Richie wasn't the type to settle for a sigh. Often times he kept pushing on a subject until Eddie reacted which, in his defense, didn't usually take much. Eddie had something of a short fuse and Richie had always known just how to push his buttons. Moony, however, sounded a little more patient. Like a mixture between himself and Stan. Possibly without the sarcasm and constant eye rolling. "I guess someone would have to be sensible." He teased because Sirius reminded him of Richie in a way though a little less hyperactive.

If asked about the Losers, Eddie could go on and on. He loved his friends with a fierceness that probably wasn't always obvious. He'd do anything for them. He'd already nearly died for them, broken his arm, and had been scared shitless. As happy as he was to have Richie's, mostly, undivided attention and not have to worry about the others catching them being a little too soft with each other he missed the others. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on made him miss Stan a little more than the others but trying to examine that one lead to a bone deep pain he wasn't about to try and look into. Whatever was hurting him about Stan would probably hurt Richie more so he didn't bring it up.

The Losers were the last thing on his mind as he watched the little box Sirius had pulled out of his pocket suddenly become larger. The size of an actual trunk. "What the fuck?" He breathed, eyes wide in a sort of astonishment as he jumped to his feet to make sure that what he was seeing was real. It was. Of course it was. He'd already accepted that magic could be (because when alien monster clowns that eat children are real the door's open) but, apparently, seeing it was still a shock. He ran around it, inspecting but not touching before he turned, wide eyed, towards Sirius. "That was so cool." Because it was and his favorite adult should know just how great Eddie thought he was.

He was an only child which meant he was his overbearing mother's only target. Sonia's care had left him isolated. Distant from most other children. Weird. He was lonely a lot. If he had been lucky enough to have an older brother he would've hoped they were like Sirius.

Stepping away from the trunk (and not touching the idea that it could be fun to fall. Falling wasn't fun. It was scary, duh) he moved to examine the room around him, even going as far as to close an eye and tilt his head as he pictured what things could look like with the hammock. He settled by the window for a moment, looking out of it, before pulling back and off to the side. Finding a spot where the light could filter through in the morning, where they could look up and out without the risk of someone looking in and seeing them directly. He was getting better with the idea that he could be in love with his male best friend and have it be okay but he still felt the need to hide a little. "Here." He said, motioning towards where he was standing.