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[respirations]

EDDIE KASPBRAK it: chapter 2 voice strength: ★★★★★ shipping: i'm reddie trash but i'm also all about that platonic love with the other losers preferences: gen, smut, shippy, angst, au, cross-canon, slice of life. notes: for some fun starting points: some random assortment of memes and aus for days; feel free to go the other worldly route; also throw pics or random sentences at me and a kink generator because why not. hit me up for starters if you'd like. there's no crying in baseball but there is crying in my rp but let's have fun, ok. picture prompts • quote prompts • music prompts • etc

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[sloppybitch]

Extra somasas for me please.
My taste buds say yes but my stomach says to be continued....

haha, well I'm glad it went well.
you sure you want to be on a plane every week though?

[respirations]

Chaat yes or no
But, yeah, I hear you on the extra somasas

Probably not, honestly, even if the money is good
Maybe if I was 25 again but even if my doctor says I'm doing good in recovery
I still get tired out too easy

[sloppybitch]

Gonna pass on the Chaat or I'll be in the bathroom all night
What about Biryani?

Don't worry about work.
You'll find something.
I'm glad you're not into it I think you flying in and out of town would take its toll on both of us lol

[respirations]

Gross, Rich
But, yeah, okay biryani sounds good

And I know
It's just a little frustrating
But how would that take a toll on you?

[sloppybitch]

Cool :) Bring it home dude

And we're roommates now IDK I feel like it'd be weird not having you around to bitch at me for leaving dishes in the sink.

[respirations]

Done and done
I should be home in 20

And I don't bitch at you
I just kindly remind you that the dishwasher is fucking empty

[sloppybitch]

And where would I be without all of that tough love?
You make me a more thorough person.

[respirations]

You make me sound like your wife instead of your roommate
Maybe I should slap on an apron too

[sloppybitch]

You could but I'd text a pic to Bill

[respirations]

Or just keep it for yourself
I also feel like we've had this conversation before
But I get that with a lot of the shit we talk about

It's fucking weird just realizing how much we forgot, huh?

[sloppybitch]

You're telling me.
Now that we're back it's like it all keeps filtering. Awake, asleep, doesn't matter.

[respirations]

It's crazy to think I ever forgot you
Forgot any of you after everything we went through

Fuck, it's just like
Just how different do you think things would be now if we never forgot anything?

[sloppybitch]

I think most of us forgot. Mike was the only one who kept sense of things, but he mentioned Stan was quick on the uptake too.

Maybe not remembering is what kept us together in the end. As sick as it sounds.

What do you mean different?

[respirations]

Stan always was quicker to get shit than the rest of us.
But, yeah, maybe. You might be right to think like that.

But man, I don't know. Lots of random little shit might be different if we had all stayed together. Like maybe Ben and Bev would have gotten their lovey-dovey romance together sooner or all of Bill's books might not have shit endings.

[sloppybitch]

Stan really was the man. He put up with a lot of shit from me and you, personally. Tail end of our trio. Man, I miss him.

Awww. Feeling nostalgic, Eddie Spaghetti? That's CUTE.

[respirations]

Isn't that the fucking truth. We were such little shits, I don't know how he didn't just beat the two of us down but he was the best of us. I really miss him too.

Whatever, man. I can be nostalgic as shit if I want. We had a lot of good times, you know.

[sloppybitch]

What do you mean were?

We did. I'm glad I was able to carry you out of there before the place crumbled.

I guess what I'm trying to say is:

[respirations]

Correction: you're definitely still a little shit.

And I'm glad you decided to carry my half-dead ass out of there. I'll always be grateful for that.

If I say you're like my other half then it's not allowed to go on Facebook, ok.

[sloppybitch]

You had me at hello!!!!

[respirations]

I'll be home in like two minutes, you ridiculous man-child.

So come and get your food before it gets cold.

[sloppybitch]

I'm there.

[True to his word he was too, it was an off day for Richie. No interviews, no PR to do whatsoever so he's in a pair of sweats and an old tee-shirt when he comes bounding down the hall to help Eddie in with the bags.]

[respirations]

❪ he's toeing off his shoes when rich comes bounding in and eddie almost (almost) has to laugh at the sight. he happily passes one of the bags off to rich and loosening his tie with his now free hand before making a bee-line toward the kitchen. ❫

Want me to grab you anything to drink?

[sloppybitch]

Water's fine. I'll set the table.

[As great as vegging out on the couch was, every once in a while they did eat at the small teak wood table Richie had in his place and it was nice because they could sit close without having to worry about the room since it was just the two of them. He takes the back and drops it on the center of the table, and of course, they packed the silverware too.]

So, tell me about your interview and I'll try not to fall asleep. Was it riveting? Did they complement your suit that you took an hour ironing?

[respirations]

❪ he gives a small hum of acknowledgement before grabbing what he needs and heading back out to the table because, honestly, eddie loves the small table richie owned. it's always a nice change of pace from laying out on the couch like the middle-aged bachelors that truly were here.

he sets his own food and both waters down before tugging his coat jacket off and folding it neatly along the back of his chair. ❫

You're so kind, Richard but they said I was a good fit. Which, well, duh. I'm fucking good at what I do, okay. And yeah, they did like my suit that I spent an hour ironing. ❪ he huffs and pops open his takeaway box. ❫ Seemed to like the tie you helped pick out too.

[sloppybitch]

[That pulls an easy grin out of him, and he mirrors Eddie by opening his own takeaway box. Always neat, always orderly, some things about Eddie still stood the test of time right down to them arguing over stupid shit like the toilet seat and what does or does not go in the fridge.

He'll never live down being too tired to put the peanut butter in the right place down ever again.] Speaking of pieces, Richie definitely digs in, cutting into one of his dumplings first because god he loved them.] See? I told you. You always look good with a pop of color. I know I'm not the guy for go-to fashion advice but I know what works for you, at least. [A shrug follows because his eyes had found Eddie so many times before when they were young, especially when Eddie had color-coordinated a shirt with a pair of those cute shorts. Paying attention to him was second nature.]