(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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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.]