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Two

"What're you doing?"

Richie jumped at the sound of his voice. Even at eight in the morning Eddie Kaspbrak was bright eyed and bushy tailed. Richie straightened his back with a sheepish grin, "Looking for your bathroom?" Eddie rolled his eyes. Folding his arms over his chest he took a step toward Richie, peeking around the doorframe checking to see if anything was out of place.

"Looking for the bathroom in my coat closet?" He looked up at Rich with big hazel eyes.

Richie held his hands up "Hey, I don't judge." He watched Eddie shuffle towards him in his bunny slippers. He shifted his attention before he could laugh at the sight; not wanting to be rude after Eddie had invited him into his home.
Eddie clicked his tongue and shoved past him "You're gross." He quipped, digging through another closet.
Eddie pulled out a fluffy blue towel and a matching washcloth. He shoved them into Richies chest, "I might have some clothes that'll fit you. Bathrooms down the hall to your left don't get lost." He warned turning on his heel and heading for his bedroom once again.

Richie gripped the towels walking down the hallway as Eddie instructed him looking at all the baby pictures on his way. He pushed his glasses up stopping at one picture of Eddie with a man he presumed to be his dad. He had to be, he was basically a carbon copy. Richie felt a twinge in his heart. His barren home held no recollection of Richie ever living there. No baby pictures, no family albums, no Richie. He sighed turning the corner and entering the bathroom.

The bathroom was like a bathroom. Standard tub, toilet, mirror, thousands upon thousands of medical magazines sat next to the toilet. "Where do you keep the playboys?" He whispered grabbing a handful. He began to flip through scrunching his nose, "What? Do you tickle your pickle to female reproductive organs you fuckin' lunatic?" Just then the door cracked open and Richie dropped the magazines eyes flicking to Eddie's reflection in the mirror.

"My aunt Lori lives in Tampa, she hasn't seen me since I was like 6 so she thinks these would fit me." He explained placing the neatly folded clothes on the sink counter. "What were you looking at? Digging though my stuff Tozier?" Eddie questioned.

Richie shook his head trying to forget the horrifying images he'd just witnessed. Instead he began to unashamedly start stripping, pulling his shirt up and over his head first.
"Thanks for the clothes. I'll get 'em washed and back to you by Monday." He suppressed a laugh as Eddies face exploded in shock and quickly turned to face the other direction as he began sliding out of his dress pants, having not changed from last night.
"Can't promise if they'll be ironed."

Eddie stared holes into the wall his arms cross over his chest back rigid.
"I don't care, keep them. They don't fit me." His voice squeaked.

Richie wriggled out of his whities and pulled open the shower curtain. He cast a look over his shoulder Eddies back still facing him.
"What're you doing Ed's? Planning on joining me?" He quirked a brow testing the water with his hand before clambering in.

Eddie sighed turning around once the coast was clear and pulled open his assorted medicine cabinet.
"In your dreams Tozier. I have to sort some stuff out". He mumbled looking through his own personal pharmacy. He grabbed the familiar bottles and organizer and began his routine.

Richie opened his mouth under the warm spray. He allowed his mouth to fill up with water, he gargled letting it run down his chin mixing in with all the other droplets. Richie grabbed the washcloth hanging around the faucet.
"If you don't mind me asking." He began as he soaked up his washcloth. "What are they for?" Rich grabbed the bar of soap, starting up a good later then rubbing it all over his chest.

Eddie flicked on the fan once the mirror began to fog. "Just to keep me healthy." He explained, short and simple. His hands worked steadily nearly finished.