For the WIP guessing game: eyes
“I don’t know anyone called-”
Mulder spun around. There, standing in front of him, rubbing his eyes sleepily, was unmistakably Frohike. An old man, now. But it was Frohike.
Frohike narrowed his eyes, peering at Mulder. Jacob handed him a pair of glasses.
“It can’t be!” Frohike said once he slipped on the glasses. “Is that you, Fox?”
“It’s me. How are ya, Frohike?”
Mulder clapped him on the shoulder, but Frohike pulled him in for a hug.
“You’ve got so big and handsome.”
“Thanks, Grandma.”
“Let me look at you.” Frohike pulled away, eyes still narrow. “How old are you now?”
“Oh, I’m about to be forty.”
Frohike glanced over at Jacob, pointing at Mulder. “This guy. He used to come here on the weekends to hang out. Guy called Byers gave him that procedure scar.”
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(Beauty and the beast steddie)
No.6 — Stay
As Erica stated, the kids are nerds — surprisingly, even Erica herself.
So obviously the kids get interested in Eddie's stuff, the fantasy books and Dungeons and Dragons manuals and more (turns out they have been big fans of Lord of the Rings since the 50s). And now Eddie is indulging them in the world of fantasy within and beyond Lord of the Rings — that means, he's started to recount his memorable Dungeons and Dragons campaigns to them in the living room. He loves introducing dnd to kids, loved it when he ran the Hellfire club. He wonders if he can play it with these kids. Hopefully.
Eddie thinks he's got the time for it anyway. The storm is still evergoing, painting the world in a gray hue. He didn't expect to be staying here—for two days already— but he guesses it's nice. The kids. Nancy. Steve.
Steve. Since last night's talk, he already feels close to the guy. Eddie feels curious, about why he won't come out, and he nearly gets bitten by Erica when he spaces out thinking about Steve.
That's when a crow runs in.
It's a weird thing to say in your head. Why is it not flying? And how does a crow look so excited? But the kids all act like this is a normal occurrence, so Eddie decides to stay chill, too.
Not having noticed Eddie yet, (which is surprising because he is the biggest lump there) the crow urgently asks,
"Is the Eddie guy still here?"
And quickly finds him herself.
"Good, you're still here. You're staying. I mean, I'm not forcing you to stay, but I'd really like if you did. For a bit longer. You're like, a crazy good thing that's happened to us. Those dorks love you, Nance likes you okay too, And Steve, Steve likes you, he's in a good mood and that's—"
"ROBIN!"
The crow's rambling is only stopped by Steve's voice yelling from upstairs, and Eddie is honestly impressed. He's never seen anyone talk so fast, without control. The crow, Robin, only turns her head towards the stairs and shouts, "Shut up, dingus! I'm trying to do something here, for all of us!"
That causes Steve to grumble, very loudly, from upstairs and shut the door with a bang. Robin doesn't even flinch and turns back to Eddie.
"So, will you stay? With us, for a while?"
Eddie makes a pondering gesture, as if he's thinking it through thoroughly. The kids twitch beside him, waiting for his answer.
"I mean, I couldn't have left if I wanted to right now—not that I want to anyway— but yeah I'll stay, under one condition. That is, only if you answer this question."
"Shoot."
Eddie turns his expression serious, as if he's asking the most difficult question to ever exist.
"Why are you not flying?"
He doesn't know how it's possible, but Robin gives him an incredulous look.
"Have you-, have you tried flying? It takes up more energy than you can imagine. Like, I flap my wings a bit and they get really tired, it gets sore for days after, so it's best if I walk. Or hitch a ride from Steve and Max."
And that... kind of makes sense, okay. So Eddie shrugs to show he's satisfied with the answer.
"Alright, guess I'll be staying then."
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"So," Eddie begins, leaning his head on the doorframe.
"I guess I'll be in your hair for a while."
Steve's voice comes from behind the door, maybe as close to it as Eddie is right now.
"I guess you will be."
They are talking with the door between them again, Eddie and Steve. This is the fourth time it's happening, because Eddie couldn't stay away after last night and just came back to the door whenever he could. He kind of likes talking like this, he's never talked through doors and somehow it feels more private, more intimate.
"Eddie, about what Robin said—"
Eddie hums, recalling the talk from before.
"Don't-, don't feel pressured to stay, okay? We, uh, the kids love you here but that doesn't mean you have to stay for us. Do... whatever you want. Go wherever you want."
Eddie gives another hum.
"You know, Steve, thanks for the offer but I like it here. Don't have anywhere else to go, anyway. I was only moving out of Indiana because I finished high school and had nothing to do and nowhere to go. Had no place in mind, actually."
Maybe this is where I was supposed to end up.
"So... yeah. I'm not staying only for the kids but for me, too."
There's a pause.
"Yeah?" It's a soft question, looking for affirmation.
"Yeah," Eddie answers.
And then he hastily adds, "And for you, too— since you like me sooo much, Stevie," just because he loves being a menace.
Eddie hears Steve's groan slip out through the crack and cackles.
"Well, don't worry— I like you too, man."
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