(Seeing Richie's reaction to the ipod and the speakers was a riot. Eddie didn't understand it much better, but being from the fifties had meant that for a while, Richie was always the one in the know more than Eddie. It felt a teensy bit good to finally be the one ahead technologically speaking. So he's just giggling on his end, watching Richie try and figure out where wires went.)
There isn't one. I don't fully understand how it works, but I think it's technology similar to our devices. Someone told me it has to do with like, radio waves. That kind of thing.
(Which made enough sense. After all, it wasn't like every TV back home was connected by wires to the same place. That'd be insane.)
Kinda like how I can touch you without touching you? (He offers as a way of explanation, then proceeds to blow some air against Richie's cheek. The question distracts him from fussing with Richie, and he sprawls out onto his belly, gesturing for Richie to look. He taps around and goes to 'Albums' and then there's suddenly dozens and dozens. All with little itty bitty pictures. The overwhelming majority were songs Eddie didn't know. But there were some from the fifties in there. He scrolls through a bit.)
Got any requests? I think this thing has eveeerything. Or just about, anyway.
[Weird, but cool, and he doesn't quite understand it at all. He accepts the answer easily enough for now, though; he can at least get that some things just are. He laughs when Eddie blows air at him, and not long after Eddie lays down, Richie flops beside him, watching the magic happen right before his very eyes.]
Play something with a lot of cuss words! [Is there a mischievous glint in his eyes? You can bet your sweet ass there is.]
(The request is barely a surprise and it makes Eddie snort, shaking his head. The funnier thing though is he already had looked for that sort of thing a while ago. His finger slides down to the Es.)
You're gonna love this guy. He sings really weird? Like. He kind of talks instead of sings. But I like it. He makes a lot of jokes in his songs too.
(Some of the songs were a little intense and scary, but Eddie oddly found that he liked those too. Even if they were graphic. He taps over The Real Slim Shady and let's it play. He takes a peek at Richie, grinning a little because gosh. When was the last time he got to thrill Richie with vulgarity? Didn't happen near enough.)
Music from the future is wild. I can't believe Elvis Presley was ever considered dirty.
[There's so many references he doesn't get by virtue of being from 1989, but god. Almost immediately, he decides he loves this song. His face lights up as he listens to the lyrics, snickering here and there when he understands enough to get it.]
I love this kind of music. It's hip-hop, but it's a lot different than the kind I've heard before. Like Young MC and the Beastie Boys. Have you heard them yet? Look at you Eds, becoming a modern boy.
Was the Elvis thing bad because of the hip thing he did? He's not really cool anymore.
(Eddie's completely lost, but he enjoys it all the same. His brow scrunches up and he pouts just the slightest bit. The triumph of showing Richie something new wasn't particularly long lasting and he has to huff a bit of a sigh. One day.)
No. (Mild irritation, but not at Richie. He was just annoyed at never knowing what anyone was talking about- but hopefully the ipod would at least help with some of that.
His nose wrinkles up at Richie and he gives an indignant sniff.)
Elvis is always cool. Shut up. He came before all your crap, you know. That means he's the first.
[Richie can't help but snicker over Eddie's reaction. He really doesn't care about Elvis either way, but he does care about the face that Eddie's making. He leans over and ruffles his hair.
He's intent on trying to egg his friend on more.]
Nah, he's really lame. If you wanna know good music, I can tell ya good music. There's Madonna, and Michael Jackson, David Bowie, Barbara Streisand---
(Wow he literally knows where you sleep, Richie Tozier. He squawks when his hair is ruffled and instantly tries to shove Richie's arm away. Jeeeerk!
Eddie was in optimal egging-on mode and it was going to take almost no effort at all.)
He is NOT.
(Look at his cheeks puff up. Wow Richie are you making a gay joke.
R u d e. Eddie grabs one of his pillows and gently shoves it down on top of Richie's head, crawling right on up on top of Richie to lovingly try and smother his friend to death.)
[His subsequent squealing is muffled by the pillow. Richie flails his arms in an exaggerated manner. His hands settle on Eddie's sides not long after, intent on tickling him.]
You wear Hawaiian shirts! (Now Eddie is full on shrieking. Maybe not as loud as he could back home or on the station, but still.)
You can't even begin to comment on fashion when you have none.
(He presses a little harder on the pillow. He jolts a bit when Richie initially touches his sides, but then calms down. At least until it's clear why those hands are there. Betrayal.
Eddie gives another shriek and removes the pillow only to swat it at Richie's face a second later.)
Agh! Don't tickle! (Except................he's starting to giggle his brains out.)
[or he thinks so, and ultimately that's what matters. Just be glad he hasn't learned about the truly awful fashion trends of the 90s. It could always be so much worse.
He gets a couple more tickles in before he starts. Richie isn't always great at multitasking, and being smacked with a pillow is more than enough to distract him with a fit of laughter instead.
Even when the laughter subsides, he has this compulsive need to just smile. His face hurts from it but he can't stop.
Eddie is just too cute, wow.]
Are you sure you don't want some more? [He makes some tickling motions at the air.]
(Eddie makes some vague gestures and goes a little red in the face. You know what. Who cared!!
He's persistent in his pillow fight. Of course he could just ...get off of Richie to avoid being tickled but literally where was the fun in that? No where that's where.
Eddie stares down at Richie, holding his pillow above his head, but doesn't bring it back down. He can practically hear Richie calling him cute in his head, and he drops the pillow behind him. Instead, he shoves a hand at Richie's face.)
Stop looking at me like that. (And before Richie can even say something like 'Like what!' Eddie carries on.) You have that dopey face you get sometimes whenever you start grabbing my face and calling me cute.
(It's so bad he knows this by now. He swats at Richie's hands.)
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There isn't one. I don't fully understand how it works, but I think it's technology similar to our devices. Someone told me it has to do with like, radio waves. That kind of thing.
(Which made enough sense. After all, it wasn't like every TV back home was connected by wires to the same place. That'd be insane.)
Kinda like how I can touch you without touching you? (He offers as a way of explanation, then proceeds to blow some air against Richie's cheek. The question distracts him from fussing with Richie, and he sprawls out onto his belly, gesturing for Richie to look. He taps around and goes to 'Albums' and then there's suddenly dozens and dozens. All with little itty bitty pictures. The overwhelming majority were songs Eddie didn't know. But there were some from the fifties in there. He scrolls through a bit.)
Got any requests? I think this thing has eveeerything. Or just about, anyway.
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[Weird, but cool, and he doesn't quite understand it at all. He accepts the answer easily enough for now, though; he can at least get that some things just are. He laughs when Eddie blows air at him, and not long after Eddie lays down, Richie flops beside him, watching the magic happen right before his very eyes.]
Play something with a lot of cuss words! [Is there a mischievous glint in his eyes? You can bet your sweet ass there is.]
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You're gonna love this guy. He sings really weird? Like. He kind of talks instead of sings. But I like it. He makes a lot of jokes in his songs too.
(Some of the songs were a little intense and scary, but Eddie oddly found that he liked those too. Even if they were graphic. He taps over The Real Slim Shady and let's it play. He takes a peek at Richie, grinning a little because gosh. When was the last time he got to thrill Richie with vulgarity? Didn't happen near enough.)
Music from the future is wild. I can't believe Elvis Presley was ever considered dirty.
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I love this kind of music. It's hip-hop, but it's a lot different than the kind I've heard before. Like Young MC and the Beastie Boys. Have you heard them yet? Look at you Eds, becoming a modern boy.
Was the Elvis thing bad because of the hip thing he did? He's not really cool anymore.
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No. (Mild irritation, but not at Richie. He was just annoyed at never knowing what anyone was talking about- but hopefully the ipod would at least help with some of that.
His nose wrinkles up at Richie and he gives an indignant sniff.)
Elvis is always cool. Shut up. He came before all your crap, you know. That means he's the first.
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He's intent on trying to egg his friend on more.]
Nah, he's really lame. If you wanna know good music, I can tell ya good music. There's Madonna, and Michael Jackson, David Bowie, Barbara Streisand---
[There's a joke in here somewhere.]
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Eddie was in optimal egging-on mode and it was going to take almost no effort at all.)
He is NOT.
(Look at his cheeks puff up. Wow Richie are you making a gay joke.
R u d e. Eddie grabs one of his pillows and gently shoves it down on top of Richie's head, crawling right on up on top of Richie to lovingly try and smother his friend to death.)
Shh.
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[His subsequent squealing is muffled by the pillow. Richie flails his arms in an exaggerated manner. His hands settle on Eddie's sides not long after, intent on tickling him.]
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You can't even begin to comment on fashion when you have none.
(He presses a little harder on the pillow. He jolts a bit when Richie initially touches his sides, but then calms down. At least until it's clear why those hands are there. Betrayal.
Eddie gives another shriek and removes the pillow only to swat it at Richie's face a second later.)
Agh! Don't tickle! (Except................he's starting to giggle his brains out.)
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[or he thinks so, and ultimately that's what matters. Just be glad he hasn't learned about the truly awful fashion trends of the 90s. It could always be so much worse.
He gets a couple more tickles in before he starts. Richie isn't always great at multitasking, and being smacked with a pillow is more than enough to distract him with a fit of laughter instead.
Even when the laughter subsides, he has this compulsive need to just smile. His face hurts from it but he can't stop.
Eddie is just too cute, wow.]
Are you sure you don't want some more? [He makes some tickling motions at the air.]
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(Eddie makes some vague gestures and goes a little red in the face. You know what. Who cared!!
He's persistent in his pillow fight. Of course he could just ...get off of Richie to avoid being tickled but literally where was the fun in that? No where that's where.
Eddie stares down at Richie, holding his pillow above his head, but doesn't bring it back down. He can practically hear Richie calling him cute in his head, and he drops the pillow behind him. Instead, he shoves a hand at Richie's face.)
Stop looking at me like that. (And before Richie can even say something like 'Like what!' Eddie carries on.) You have that dopey face you get sometimes whenever you start grabbing my face and calling me cute.
(It's so bad he knows this by now. He swats at Richie's hands.)
N-o. That's abuse.