Eddie Kaspbrak (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} ekaspbrak) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} snapthread, |
This was the sort of hotel you kept you clothing on for. It didn't matter who should or shouldn't be making the first move here. It wasn't the beach they'd wanted where those issues could be front and center and possibly resolved. It was some fussy yet spooky hotel surrounded by snow. The rest of their issues could wait for another time and a more comfortable location. Like home. Home seemed like the best option for that sort of thing. They could have doorway destination vacation sex some other time.
"You love that fucking key. That's why you're taking it. You can't stand the thought of being apart from it." He shot back. The idea of taking the key with them and actually going to the room wasn't actually sitting too well with him. Like, that was probably the opposite of what they should do. They should go explore the kitchen and see if there was food. He would even argue for going outside and trying to kill each other in the snow if, you know, either of them had clothing that would work in colder weather and they wouldn't be stomping back into the hotel half frozen with soaking clothes once they were done. He was in no mood to get sick. Even that, however, seemed like a better option than going to wherever that key lead.
Obviously, he wasn't going to do any of that because Richie was set on going to the room. He let out a long suffering sigh as he turned back around to head in the direction of the elevator. "Could you imagine? Our child would be a fucking monster." Because, obviously, he wasn't thinking about the possibility of them not being together. He was thinking of alternate realities where one of them was straight and the other was a woman.
Richie, apparently, hated all his future ideas like adoption and the demands he had for his name. "They'll be fucking silent!" Not that anyone would know and it'd be funny to watch anyone try and pronounce his name. He doubted anything would flow right because their last names already had so many letters. He didn't really stop to consider that they were both discussing it like it was an eventuality. Like this was something that was going to happen and, when it did, they had to know who was going by what. It was a nice conversation. One Eddie would have to find a way to breach again at a later time when they weren't stuck in some hotel and could tease each other about names.
"Great... I can't wait." He deadpanned, not at all excited to get to this room that seemed to want them to go into it. He doubted anything good was behind that door. "If I get stabbed again I'm going to be really pissed. Just putting that out there."