@hellsfired
i could just stay over tonight.
@hellsfired * nothing's going on, i promise. nothing new, at least. i just wanna spend the night.
@nailbats ah, trying to avoid going home tonight, harrington? hey, you know you can stay for as long as you’d like. and you know you can tell me if something’s goin’ on, right? i’m not [completely] heartless.
are you here to drive me to insanity or to actually be a paying customer?
@hellsfired * [ he narrows his eyes at him, one hand on his hip and the other on the countertop, ] why do you need me to go on break right now, huh?
@nailbats hm… can i answer both? i’d like to buy this… chocolate bar. see? i can be a payin’ customer! now, what time do you go on break? i’ll tell you — the answer is right now.
how in the hell did you manage to do that???
@hellsfired * so cocky. [ he grins, shaking his head. he sees the way eddie's face lights up while he's playing, and it makes him happy to see him so lit up about something. he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth in thought at his question, ] mm.. play a song that reminds you of me.
@nailbats that’s life, man. [ eddie rasps, a lazy grin tugging at his lips. he looks down at the guitar in his hands, eyes flickering with something akin to pride as his fingers dance along the strings. just the mere touch of the instrument made something in his chest uncoil and made his heart feel lighter. music was magic to eddie, sweeter than any drug and better than any medicine. ] for once, we agree on something. i [am] pretty damn good, aren’t i? got any requests?
@hellsfired * ..that got depressing. [ he leans back on his palms on eddie's bed, watching him play guitar, ] you are really good, eddie.
/ u come here often
