( He resists the urge to say That makes sense because you're going to need all the luck you can get to keep me from drowning you in the broth but reigns that particular urge in for now. Instead he just cuts his gaze back down to his own food, comping down on his own noodles before considering the question with a thoughtful noise. )
Yeah, well, you know I hate being told that I can't do something. It was nice having that after I forgot everything and before mom got sick. ( He says with a faint shrug of his shoulder but managing to smile slightly. ) Of course I did. That punk ass dipped out on me at level two.
He sounds like a total pussy. [Says Richie, but then he held out until level three. Another very loud slurp, as if he's just daring Eddie to say something about it. Or drown him in the broth.]
Hey. You know the station's AI, Viveca, she can pull in basically anything you want? I asked her for one of Bill's books as a test and she got me a copy that shouldn't exist, so that was a fucking insane day. [Another loud slurp, but at least he waits until he's swallowed the noodles to continue talking:] If you want, next time we're on the station, we could use the reality-breaking multiverse-spanning teleportation shit to get takeout. There's this Indian restaurant that closed five years ago in Beverly Hills that could set your mouth on fire.
( Just fucking slapping the table because holy shit, Richard Tozier. ) Holy shit, dude. Just eat your noodles like a normal fucking person and not a five-year-old. I swear you're just doing this shit to piss me off and I'm going to break your fingers. All of them.
( Huff, huff and then— )
But— y-yeah, okay. There's a place not far from Wall Street that is pretty awesome that I'd like you to try.
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Yeah, well, you know I hate being told that I can't do something. It was nice having that after I forgot everything and before mom got sick. ( He says with a faint shrug of his shoulder but managing to smile slightly. ) Of course I did. That punk ass dipped out on me at level two.
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Hey. You know the station's AI, Viveca, she can pull in basically anything you want? I asked her for one of Bill's books as a test and she got me a copy that shouldn't exist, so that was a fucking insane day. [Another loud slurp, but at least he waits until he's swallowed the noodles to continue talking:] If you want, next time we're on the station, we could use the reality-breaking multiverse-spanning teleportation shit to get takeout. There's this Indian restaurant that closed five years ago in Beverly Hills that could set your mouth on fire.
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( Huff, huff and then— )
But— y-yeah, okay. There's a place not far from Wall Street that is pretty awesome that I'd like you to try.