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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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[longoverdue]

aw but you would miss my jokes lighting up your life
come on out then I'm on the street

[Sure enough, Richie is standing on the sidewalk outside the hotel, still dressed in the suit he wore for the wedding. It used to look crisp and neat hours ago, standing and cheering amongst the other Losers as Ben and Bev said "I do" and made out right in front of them, but now it's a little more rumpled with a grease stain on one sleeve.

Richie waves at Eddie, and says,] They got healthy options at Waffle House now, did you know? Or, well. [Finger-quoting:] "Healthy."

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Yeah, sure, we'll go with that.
Okay, I'll be down soon.

( It doesn't take long before Eddie appears on the sidewalk outside also still dressed for the wedding but minus his suit jacket and with his shirt untucked, sleeves now rolled up and hair slight out of place. There is a noted smile on his lips when he spies Richie as he approaches although he can't help furrowing his brows together as his friend speaks. )

Who the hell goes to Waffle House for healthy options? I'm getting the cheesiest grits possible, maybe an omelet. Definitely a waffle though.

[longoverdue]

[Richie, who'd mostly presented the "healthy" options as a way to hook Eddie further into the idea, grins now when he sees it's not needed. Oh, good.]

Fuck yeah, you're right, if you're going to Waffle House you want a waffle that rots your fucking teeth right in your mouth. [Companionably bumps Eddie's shoulder, then falls into step beside him.] If it's not smothered in syrup, chocolate chips and peanut butter chips, is it really a Waffle House waffle?

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Might as well. I mean open bars are great and all but Bev and Ben should have had a couple of waffle makers. ( He huffs but still offers a smile toward Richie as their shoulders bump. ) Pass on the chocolate and peanut butter chips. Plain and dark is the best.

( Despite the space on the empty sidewalk, Eddie keeps close to friend as they walk toward their destination. )

It was good seeing you, man. It feels like its been forever.