[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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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. ]