[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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[guitarpicks]

Eddie. [ the young man shudders, nose crinkling like he's been called something that sounds too strange. it is, actually, because eddie's only ever called 'mr. munson' by educators who are in the mood to talk down to him. ] Mr. Munson's my uncle.

Sweet. I figured it might be a long shot. [ but there's a grin on eddie's face. ] No rest for the wicked, doc. Or those trying to earn a quick coin.

[ don't look too closely in his little jar, there's not really anything in there today. eddie's normally not that coordinated so it's no surprise that with such cold, stiff fingers he ends up fumbling with the matches and playing a game of them bouncing from hand to hand until he's squatting in front of the fountain with them cupped between his hands. ] Thanks, man.

[ and then he proceeds to do what might some find horrifying and stupid, which is lighting a match in one hand and holding it with trembling fingers while he holds the fingers of his other hand near the flame in a quick attempt to warm those babies up. ]

[homeostatic]

( Bones reacts as one slapped across the face, as quick as he flinches, lunging forward so he could (attempt to) snag Eddie by arm, to pull his fingers away from the flame. )

Are you insane? ( That's completely rhetorical; he looks shocked and aggrieved. )

Have you been out here this whole time without gloves? Dammit man, you're frost bitten; that calls for medical attention, not matches. Can you even feel your feet?

( he's just gonna do his best to hustle Eddie up and moving toward the direction of Sakura's clinic, guitar in tow, grumbling all the while. )

[guitarpicks]

According to some? [ eddie squawks, pulled off-balance by that tug on his arm as bones lunges forward. some might call eddie crazy but this, at least in his mind, is resourcefulness.

he's about to explain, even though he's pretty sure that it won't really get him anywhere, but his mind kind of stops on 'dammit man' and his eyes light up with delight. this mccoy isn't deforest kelley, sure, but he's definitely mccoy and the star trek nerd in eddie's vibrating at little.

good job, doc, he feels a bit warmer even before he's hustled along. he feels a little awkward about it, rubs the back of his neck. normally getting scolded is grating as fuck, has eddie bristling but he's kind of too cold to bristle. ] Um, I could probably wiggle my toes just fine.

And medical attention's pricey! [ damn capitalism, man. ]