(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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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.