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Grogory Day Message

[clussy]

(Nope. Eddie tries to text at least fifty different things but apparently, complimenting Richie the new fashioned way is just way, way too hard. Go figure.

So Richie gets a personalized hand-written compliment from one Eddie Kaspbrak left on his pillow in the room. Eddie is mysteriously gone from the unit because he ran the fuck out after, but details.

Sitting neatly on Richie's pillow is a scrap of paper with Eddie's recognizable scrawl: Cute.)

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[Richie almost doesn't notice the note on his pillow. Eddie's not around when he sees it, which is for the best, since that means no one is directly around to hear Richie screeching about it.

The note gets tucked away somewhere safe, but Richie leaves a note of his own for Eddie. (Which probably isn't necessary, he's been obnoxious with his compliments today as it is.): Cutest!!!!!]

[clussy]

(Completely unnecessary.







But when Eddie finds it, he still puts it somewhere safe as well.)

[stantheman]

Hypothetically, if you liked someone (maybe) that might celebrate a gift giving holiday that you don't but you're not sure...

should you get her a present?

1/2

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wait wait wait HOLD THE PHONE you like a girl?????
is she hot??? do i know her? who is she???????????

2/2

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obviously!!!! give her a sweet sweet gift and put the uris moves on her

[stantheman]

Do I have to explain the word "hypothetical" to you?

And you're insane if you think I'm telling you anything about her.

What kind of gift...?

[ Why is he talking to Richie about this? The mistake has already been made, though.

He ignores the whole moves thing because, Richie, No. ]

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it means pretend this isn't real but it actually is
i'm not stupid
i bet i know her. you can't know that many people that i don't know
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

what does she like? you should go with that

Christmas Gift

[clussy]

(Sometime after the Losers properly reunited and began to sleep in the same place again, Eddie decides to give them their gifts.

Now more than ever it felt appropriate.

He'd made the pins in the workshop. They were actually pretty easy to make, all things considered. He leaves the pin on Richie's pillow. He found a red ribbon somewhere and carefully wrapped it through the safety pin on the back, tying it into a neat bow.

On the bow's one edge it says a simple 'RICHIE' with a small heart drawn next to it.

Then written on the other side of the bow, a finer curl of letters, was a simple 'What I would have said'.)

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Delivery

[shipsandsealingwax]

[Bill leaves a small origami box in Eddie & Richie's room after classes, shortly after they're all back in the unit together. The box has Richie's name neatly written on the top in Bill's handwriting. Inside the box is a carefully wax-coated paper dog.]

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Text

[shipsandsealingwax]

New Message From: Bill

Can we talk? It doesn't have to be now.

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sure big bill. whenever, wherever

[shipsandsealingwax]

Lunchtime at the greenery? I'll bring you a sandwich.

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pbj, extra pickles

Voice

[clussy]

(Eddie had a gift when it came to whining. So the moment he opens his mouth, one could practically see the deep pout on his face through his tone. One could also see plainly where he took after his mother.)

Richie. Where have you been?

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[Why is his whining so cute? This is ridiculous.]

Eddieeeee, I'm trying to find something. Whassa-mattah?

[clussy]

Richie!

(That squawk of indignation though. If he was standing, one could practically hear him stomping his foot.)

...I thought maybe you were going to keep staying in the Greenery.

Action

[clussy]

Richie!

(Eddie's frantic voice came from just outside their room before Eddie burst inside. He stared wildly around before his eyes found Richie on his bed. He vaulted forward and slamming his hands down on either side of Richie, leaning right on into his space in a wave of honest-to-God fear.)

I just realized something. I just- oh my God.

(He swings himself around and sits close to Richie, grabbing a tight hold of his arm.)

Our futures. Those- those....(He swallows thickly, shaking Richie's arm.)

You're all alone. I'm with some woman. And she's just like my mom and I'm 'sick' all over again. (He rattles off. He gives Richie's arm a hard shaking.)

Those- those are our fears Richie. That's what we're both- that's what It used against us. What if - what if we wind up with those futures because of It?

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[Richie starts to panic when Eddie comes at him like this. He can't help it; he's fairly in-tune to Eddie's emotions, so often wanting to fix whatever's wrong. Eddie sounding so scared? He simultaneously wants to hug his friend and go find whatever it was that frightened him.

But it doesn't take long to realize that this isn't something tangible. So he lets Eddie talk, arms instinctively wrapping around his best friend. He doesn't like thinking about the future, but it really is unavoidable at this point.]

We were concerned that we didn't actually kill it. [His words are soft, though there's a slight tremble in his voice. It's a truth he never likes admitting. He wants more than anything, for everything involving It to be over.] It could've been a final fuck you to all of us, hoping we wouldn't ever go back. 'Cause you know, I don't think any of us would choose those futures for ourselves. Even if we all had to move away from each other, I think we'd still be friends. But It makes us forget, doesn't it? Maybe It can do that too.

[Which is a tough pill to swallow. How do you resist an undesired future when it's involving old dark magic?]

[clussy]

(Eddie doesn't mean to scare Richie. He scares him enough as is, but this was absolutely detrimental to their potential everything. This revelation might just change everything. Because of one simple, fundamental fact that Richie didn't seem to grasp quite yet.

It's okay because Eddie would get him there. The exciting part. The best part, maybe. For now, his thoughts were all overr the place, and he clings to Richie naturally, a hand curling in the fabric of Richie's shirt.)

Yeah. And I'm really not so sure we did. (He admits this gently, because frankly, it felt too easy.)

Think about it. We didn't just forget things. We were sort of erased. The scars on our hands vanish, Richie. It does more than make us forget. Maybe it puts us on our own paths of ruin.

(Maybe it was dramatic to say, but this creature was a cosmic deity practically. Something out of a Lovecraftian story, maybe even, and why should any of them pretend for even a second that seven dumb kids with no abilities ha be able to take down something like that?

Eddie can't help himself. He winds up half crawling into Richie's lap, grabbing at his face, his hope pumping out of him as he shakes.)

But Richie.

Richie. Think about it. It's not here. Maybe its magic is still in us a tiny bit, but we're all still here. We all have our scars. Stuff gets fuzzy sometimes, yeah, but it's....More like a leftover.

What if It can't get us out here? What if we're free from that long-term magic of it fucking us in the end? Richie. You guys would never do the shit you do. You wouldn't.

Text

[clussy]

Taller than me. That's not on the list. It should be

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i'd say that's a little picky but i'd be surprised if anyone who could meet all the others was smaller than you

[A few minutes later, he sends a photo of the list, which he's apparently felt the need to write out on an otherwise blank piece of paper at some point:]

[clussy]

It’s not picky! Have you seen me? I’d be concerned if he was my size or smaller. I’m not asking for a tree.




You handwrote the list?

(Somehow that made Eddie feel indescribably warm. He came from a time before all this technology meaning that a physical letter? It meant so much more.)