[open & closed starters] december catch-all

[guitarpicks]

WHO: eddie munson + YOU
WHERE: all over
WHEN: december
WHAT: open & closed starters of all sorts in the comments. will be updated through the month.
WARNINGS: mentions of death/gore, self-deprecating language. will add more as they come up.

✦ let their souls rest
✦ avert your gaze, you peeping tom!

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[closed] for megumi

[guitarpicks]

let's hold hands, o' wary traveler

[ odd jobs are kind of eddie's cup of tea. mostly because being the town black sheep, local metalhead and alleged satan worshipper makes finding work a shitty endeavor. not that eddie's exactly for the track record for paying attention to one thing long enough to hold a job; fuck, he couldn't graduate on time after all.

the whole local drug dealer thing doesn't help so eddie's familiar with odd jobs. it's trickier when someone needs other people to get the whole job done though and when you need to hold someone's hand for the whole endeavor. eddie tries to think about this one like a quest but, weirdly, people take him seriously when he puts it in dnd terms so he's not sure what to do about that. he's used to it being off putting when he jumps on a table and makes a demand of the cafeteria.

here, well, he's standing on the edge of a fountain in mirth with his hands cupped to his mouth and sure he'll get some hits as he screams out. ] Wary traveler! If you're cold, have I got a job for you that will help you heat up and you don't even have to take your pants off!

[ nailed it, edward. ]

so sorry for the wait on this!! ♥

[shadowier]

( wary traveler? is this guy from somewhere ridiculous?

of course he hears him, but the thing is, it's hard not to. even over the sound of the fountain, and a little bit of chatter from others gathered to join together for odd jobs and missions, the guy's voice rings loud and clear, almost to the point that it warrants giving him a headache. his own idiot friend he can tolerate, but only because he's got an uncomfortable heart of gold--this idiot, or whoever this guy is, might be a little out of his comfort zone. for a second he considers ignoring him, as he studies the notice board listings.

except this guy will not shut up. you don't even have to take your pants off! he shouts, and a couple of girls near to him giggle, casting long-lashed gazes back at the guy, and with a pained sigh, megumi decides that he'll just have to take him up on his offer just to at least offer the fountain and the surrounding area a little bit of well-earned peace.

pointedly, he makes his way to where the stranger is perched, staring up at him with narrowed eyes; one of his shoes nudges at the edge of the fountain, almost as if he's going to jump up there himself. wouldn't be the first time that he used his fists to solve a problem, but he tries to save that for dire circumstances. ) Hey.

( another gesture, with his hand, waving him down. ) Listen. I'll do the job with you. Just stop yelling.

no worries at all ♥

[guitarpicks]

[ truth be told, eddie's surprised it works without someone throwing something at him. there's plenty of snow so it'd almost be reminiscent of lunch time at hawkins high, getting pelted with something like a cafeteria slushie.

instead he's gotta a willing participant, an audience of sorts except that eddie's not actually performing anything or about to continue now that it's hook, line, and sinker or whatever that fishing metaphor is. ] Well, well, well. A taker!

[ he grins, jumping down from his perch and stuffing his hands into his pockets because it's freezing outside. ] The yelling worked, didn't it?

[shadowier]

( there's a breath of a sigh, agitated, that swims in the air in front of them--because of the cold, it's a puff of smoke, like a dragon that's trying hard to hold back its agitation. at least the guy's hopped down off the edge of the fountain, and at least he knows how to use an inside voice: immediately, seeing that he's really likely more of a goof than anything else, megumi's shoulders loosen.

mimicking the movement, his own hands, frigid, push down into the pockets of his sweater. ) Only in the way that I wanted you to stop doing it.

( there may be a thread of humor in his voice, but it's quiet and wry. carefully, he eyes the stranger--a bit of relief in thinking that, just maybe, he isn't all that much older than he is. )

...What's the job? I didn't get to read all the listings because someone screaming over here distracted me.

[guitarpicks]

[ someone screaming? him, obviously, but eddie makes a face that reads exaggerated surprise as he sits down on the edge of the fountain and spreads his long legs out in front of him.

he then pulls a stone out of his pocket, palm up to show the younger looking man what he's holding. ] Someone's paying good money for people to warm up these stones. 10 coins per person per stone, I hear.

Warm up enough and you could be eating like a king tonight, man! [ of course, there's a catch but eddie's not there yet. ]