(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.)
(Another picture comes through. Eddie's connected his index finger to his thumb to form a circle and he's putting his middle finger right through that circle.
Of course not. You were raised to be a good Catholic.
(Oh my God. Richard.)
You got it, buddy. Consider it reserved.
(Eddie takes a picture. It's of himself with his good arm opened up next to him. He's got a dumb smile on his face. Kitty is also crammed in the picture because of course. Dogs make forts better.)
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Richie. Where have you been?
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Eddieeeee, I'm trying to find something. Whassa-mattah?
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(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.
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[He's pretty sure it is but now he's gotta check.]
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Do you need a personalized invitation?
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[Who's pouting now?]
Yes. Absolutely. Where is it?
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It's right here.
(He proceeds to take a picture of his middle finger and send it to Richie.)
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[He's laughing so hard right now.]
How do I RSVP?
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Saucy.)
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(Eddie at least sounds a little less upset than he did when he first called.)
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[After a beat.]
I'll come home soon, okay?
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(No he won't.
But oh. See. This softens Eddie considerably.)
Okay good. The fort is open for business so.
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[There's some weird sounds in the background on Richie's end, then the sound of him running. Nothing to worry about here.]
Save me the best spot!
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(Oh my God. Richard.)
You got it, buddy. Consider it reserved.
(Eddie takes a picture. It's of himself with his good arm opened up next to him. He's got a dumb smile on his face. Kitty is also crammed in the picture because of course. Dogs make forts better.)
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[Your best friend is nothing but trouble, Edward.]
Aw, Eds. You know how to make a guy feel special.
[Really, that's the cutest photo ever???? His favorite person, his favorite dog, his favorite blanket fort--]
Awshitgottagobye.
[There's no explanation, but he at least turns up about twenty minutes later, and it's clear he ran the entire way.]