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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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[respirations]

Right, okay. That's fine.

( Eddie leaves it with that and tucks his phone away to pay attention to the rest of his class. Still its hard not to wonder just what Richie wants to talk about and honestly? Its weird to see the other boy be so serious. He tries not to let his worry show as he heads off to their meeting spot— an old dressing room on the second floor of the theater.

Aside from someone sneaking off to smoke not many people came up this way and, sure enough, there was no one here and Eddie settles in a space to skim through his phone while waiting for Richie to show up. )

[foul_mouthed]

(The weight of this much needed conversation has been weighing on Richie's mind for nearly a month. He's spent many nights trying to find the proper way even bring it up to Eddie, things have been extremely hectic for them both over the past few weeks that Richie often feels like he's drowning. Between school and the activities both teenage boys have committed themselves to, there really isn't much time for anything else. 

Richie doesn't bother for his own class to wrap up, instead he ditches it all together and opts to head to a secret smoking spot for a much needed smoke. Anything to take some of the edge off and ease his nerves. 

Time passes a little too fast and it's time to meet Eddie. 

It's only a few minutes after Eddie arrives at their secret spot before Richie makes his own arrival. )

Hey.