[ even back home, eddie's never quite ready for winter. he's always lived in places with snow, sure, but somehow it always surprises him when the leaves finish their kamikaze jumps from the branches and the first snow hits the ground.
keeping track of the change was the last thing on his mind most of the time, until the snow thawed and he had to figure out how much work he had to put into the upcoming semester and if it would even be possible to graduate. at least that had been the song and dance of the last three years, until chrissy and the upside down.
this time he's not prepared because this place has no rhyme or reason. at least as far as he can tell. he makes his way back to the shadowlands to check if any of his winter clothes, like the jacket he finally got last year, have made it into his closet and nope. no luck.
so eddie's rocking his leather jacket and the vest he died in (how grim) to keep warm, manages to get a scarf thanks to that five finger discount. it doesn't do much, he's damn cold whenever he's outside but at least he's sticking to the whole 80s metalhead aesthetic as he's shivering his ass off. some days, when it's not as cold, eddie busks to make a few extra coins. today there aren't really many people out and eddie's fingers are blue by the time he sets his guitar down.
sitting at the edge of a fountain in the square where can normally draw a more captivated audience, he looks at the tips of his fingers and frowns at how red they are. after a moment, he tries to bend his right hand and hisses. ] Yeah, that's not good...
[ he stuffs both hands in his pockets, pushes himself up to stand and looks around the square. fire would help so he tries his luck with the nearest passerby, someone he's pretty sure he recognizes coming his way. ] Hey, doc! Got a match or a lighter?
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keeping track of the change was the last thing on his mind most of the time, until the snow thawed and he had to figure out how much work he had to put into the upcoming semester and if it would even be possible to graduate. at least that had been the song and dance of the last three years, until chrissy and the upside down.
this time he's not prepared because this place has no rhyme or reason. at least as far as he can tell. he makes his way back to the shadowlands to check if any of his winter clothes, like the jacket he finally got last year, have made it into his closet and nope. no luck.
so eddie's rocking his leather jacket and the vest he died in (how grim) to keep warm, manages to get a scarf thanks to that five finger discount. it doesn't do much, he's damn cold whenever he's outside but at least he's sticking to the whole 80s metalhead aesthetic as he's shivering his ass off. some days, when it's not as cold, eddie busks to make a few extra coins. today there aren't really many people out and eddie's fingers are blue by the time he sets his guitar down.
sitting at the edge of a fountain in the square where can normally draw a more captivated audience, he looks at the tips of his fingers and frowns at how red they are. after a moment, he tries to bend his right hand and hisses. ] Yeah, that's not good...
[ he stuffs both hands in his pockets, pushes himself up to stand and looks around the square. fire would help so he tries his luck with the nearest passerby, someone he's pretty sure he recognizes coming his way. ] Hey, doc! Got a match or a lighter?