Yeah, yeah. So how toked are you right now, scale of 1-10?
( is it weird that he Just Knows how Eddie is when he's high? no, right? they smoke together enough, and Eddie is just blazed around him enough, it's hard not to notice the signs. like, asking weird questions. such as, hitting cheese with a bat.
it's cute. it's fine if Steve thinks that, just in his head. )
The whole idea about having safe conversation topics is that I don't have to talk about it, you know? ( maybe he'll talk about it eventually. frankly it is unavoidable. his parents wanting to sell the house he still lives in is pretty hard to dodge forever. Steve is just delaying the inevitable, for a little bit longer. ) I'll tell you when I'm not still wrapping my head around it, all right? I promise.
Boring can be good sometimes, man. Like, you know how it'll go, you don't have to get stressed or overthink it. Baseball is the best kind of boring. Someone hits the ball, someone runs, maybe someone makes it home and everyone cheers.
Would you believe me if I said I'm stone cold sober? Ready to cross a river of firey lava to rescue some Kua-toan Blibdoolpoolp worshippers from certain death. [ lying through his teeth, actually. ] And all the other times I've been flying high as a bird in the sky?
[ there's a significant pause after this where eddie stares at his phone, trying to craft a more sober follow up to a very fair call out here. ]
Yeah. Sorry. [ steve did say he didn't to think about it but eddie's-- eddie's worried. and definitely blazed, it's harder to filter. it's also that he's more comfortable with steve than pretty much anyone at this point, doesn't always actively filter out what's top of mind. ] Sorry. You don't have to tell me at all, if you don't want to. No pressure, man. [ he's not sure how to convey that genuinely and baseball is their out. right? ]
Plenty of people stress out. Like if their team misses a home run or strikes out. [ he actually does remember from his little league summer. a lifetime ago before a spiral downhill toward troubles that inevitably lead to more trouble. ] Talk to the local bookies. They'll tell you some shit. No one can guarantee cheering.
You can guarantee hotdogs though. I haven't had a quality hotdog in ages. Do you think anywhere that sells them is open right now???
The scary thing is I can't tell if you made that up or if it is real nerd shit that just sounds like you made it up.
( god, he really, REALLY has to try and crack down and read the D&D manuals. at least so he knows the references and when Eddie and Dustin are being full of it!!! )
Don't... look, don't be sorry, it's just... shit with my parents, is all. First time I see them since Christmas, and it's to tell me they wanna sell the house. So I gotta figure all that out, you know? Maybe it won't sell because there was just a goddamn earthquake in the middle of Indiana and that's hilariously unlucky from an outside perspective, but maybe it will and then what the hell am I gonna do?
( Steve doesn't make a ton, maybe his threats of taking all the part time work in Hawkins are genuine because how is he gonna afford living on his own? again, a problem Steve would like to worry about later, so, hopefully Eddie will let him be distracted. )
Yeah, whatever. A tomorrow problem. I'm not worrying about it today so you can't worry about it today, either.
We don't need other people to make us hot dogs, Munson, you boil them for ten minutes and then you eat them. Or grill them, even better. Are you too toked to drive? I could make you some, listening to your grass fueled ramblings would be better than talking about crackers and ramen. ( let him distract himself by being a mom friend, Eddie... he's begging u......... )
That is... actually all real shit. They're like frog people. Kua-toans. Really good swimmers but I bet you could hold out against them. [ compliments about steve's jock sports abilities have to come coupled with cool d&d facts. clearly. ] I am pretty high though.
[ no shit.
except... wow that bomb. eddie's quiet for a long time, staring at the screen. he's kind of at odds with himself here because that's BIG shit. he has a lot of questions like what does this mean? is steve ok? is he moving? what is he going to do? what if this thing that they're doing is snow limited by a timeline and has an expiration date??? (why has he not considered an expiration date before??)
eddie spirals for a bit but that could just be the weed. totally just weed affecting sense of time here, man, nothing else to see.
he's torn because steve did say not to worry about it. which is asking for a lot when this shit affects his... friend. his not so platonic friend. shit. ] Shit. Sorry, man.
Okay, we won't talk about that very big bomb you just dropped today. [ apparently he can do that. asking not to get jizz in steve's hair is too much but not talking about serious shit? well, eddie's a pro. ] I don't have a grill, Harrington.
Wait. You do. [ which like. was said? so? ] Does the offer still stand, if I'm not too stoned to drive but can't guarantee I won't continue to talk to you about cheese? Or ramen. I can give up crackers though.
I can get beer and condiments on the way. [ guy can't show up to a hotdog date without condiments. ]
Okay, dad, geez. ( they'll have a serious talk about his future and where the hell he's gonna live at some point, scouts honor. even though it's not exactly Eddie's problem, somebody to nod and make sympathetic noises as he hashes out what the hell he's gonna do doesn't sound horrible. )
We both know I have beer. You're not driving into a ditch because you're too fixated on cheese and frog people, either, I can pick you up. ( Steve isn't sure he has hot dog things but he can equally buy the fixings, without buying half the snack aisle because he's blazed out of his mind.
...and as hilarious as the mental image of taking a toked Eddie Munson to Big Buy is, he really shouldn't. )
I'm a great driver, Steve. My driving record is actually very clean!
But fine. If you insist, I'll take a ride in a fancy carriage. [ the beamer is kinda of luxury compared to eddie's van, after all. and who is he to say no if it seems like steve's hell bent on not only feeding him but also driving him over?
that's chivalry right there. ]We can stop on the store to get condiments on the way to your place.[ but let's be real, he's gonna smoke some more before steve arrives so like would he even know if they don't? ]
( the mom friend vibe is out in full force now, Eddie. )
It's cute that you're so worried about condiments but I have the basics, you know that, right? Unless you're some kinda gourmet hot dog guy, and in that case I might be outta my depth here.
remind me when i sober up, man. or you’re gonna get mom’d again.
the thick baseball park style! i’m not in a two at a time mood, ok.
staying awake. you’re the best, steve. my hero. a real Aragorn coming to save me with hot dogs. [ coherency is going… oops. he’s going to be very high and probably a pain when Steve arrives. ]
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Date: 2022-07-24 04:51 am (UTC)( is it weird that he Just Knows how Eddie is when he's high? no, right? they smoke together enough, and Eddie is just blazed around him enough, it's hard not to notice the signs. like, asking weird questions. such as, hitting cheese with a bat.
it's cute. it's fine if Steve thinks that, just in his head. )
The whole idea about having safe conversation topics is that I don't have to talk about it, you know? ( maybe he'll talk about it eventually. frankly it is unavoidable. his parents wanting to sell the house he still lives in is pretty hard to dodge forever. Steve is just delaying the inevitable, for a little bit longer. ) I'll tell you when I'm not still wrapping my head around it, all right? I promise.
Boring can be good sometimes, man. Like, you know how it'll go, you don't have to get stressed or overthink it. Baseball is the best kind of boring. Someone hits the ball, someone runs, maybe someone makes it home and everyone cheers.
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Date: 2022-07-24 05:58 am (UTC)[ there's a significant pause after this where eddie stares at his phone, trying to craft a more sober follow up to a very fair call out here. ]
Yeah. Sorry. [ steve did say he didn't to think about it but eddie's-- eddie's worried. and definitely blazed, it's harder to filter. it's also that he's more comfortable with steve than pretty much anyone at this point, doesn't always actively filter out what's top of mind. ] Sorry. You don't have to tell me at all, if you don't want to. No pressure, man. [ he's not sure how to convey that genuinely and baseball is their out. right? ]
Plenty of people stress out. Like if their team misses a home run or strikes out. [ he actually does remember from his little league summer. a lifetime ago before a spiral downhill toward troubles that inevitably lead to more trouble. ] Talk to the local bookies. They'll tell you some shit. No one can guarantee cheering.
You can guarantee hotdogs though. I haven't had a quality hotdog in ages. Do you think anywhere that sells them is open right now???
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Date: 2022-07-24 08:48 pm (UTC)( god, he really, REALLY has to try and crack down and read the D&D manuals. at least so he knows the references and when Eddie and Dustin are being full of it!!! )
Don't... look, don't be sorry, it's just... shit with my parents, is all. First time I see them since Christmas, and it's to tell me they wanna sell the house. So I gotta figure all that out, you know? Maybe it won't sell because there was just a goddamn earthquake in the middle of Indiana and that's hilariously unlucky from an outside perspective, but maybe it will and then what the hell am I gonna do?
( Steve doesn't make a ton, maybe his threats of taking all the part time work in Hawkins are genuine because how is he gonna afford living on his own? again, a problem Steve would like to worry about later, so, hopefully Eddie will let him be distracted. )
Yeah, whatever. A tomorrow problem. I'm not worrying about it today so you can't worry about it today, either.
We don't need other people to make us hot dogs, Munson, you boil them for ten minutes and then you eat them. Or grill them, even better. Are you too toked to drive? I could make you some, listening to your grass fueled ramblings would be better than talking about crackers and ramen. ( let him distract himself by being a mom friend, Eddie... he's begging u......... )
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Date: 2022-07-24 10:59 pm (UTC)[ no shit.
except... wow that bomb. eddie's quiet for a long time, staring at the screen. he's kind of at odds with himself here because that's BIG shit. he has a lot of questions like what does this mean? is steve ok? is he moving? what is he going to do? what if this thing that they're doing is snow limited by a timeline and has an expiration date??? (why has he not considered an expiration date before??)
eddie spirals for a bit but that could just be the weed. totally just weed affecting sense of time here, man, nothing else to see.
he's torn because steve did say not to worry about it. which is asking for a lot when this shit affects his... friend. his not so platonic friend. shit. ] Shit. Sorry, man.
Okay, we won't talk about that very big bomb you just dropped today. [ apparently he can do that. asking not to get jizz in steve's hair is too much but not talking about serious shit? well, eddie's a pro. ] I don't have a grill, Harrington.
Wait. You do. [ which like. was said? so? ] Does the offer still stand, if I'm not too stoned to drive but can't guarantee I won't continue to talk to you about cheese? Or ramen. I can give up crackers though.
I can get beer and condiments on the way. [ guy can't show up to a hotdog date without condiments. ]
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Date: 2022-07-25 12:06 am (UTC)We both know I have beer. You're not driving into a ditch because you're too fixated on cheese and frog people, either, I can pick you up. ( Steve isn't sure he has hot dog things but he can equally buy the fixings, without buying half the snack aisle because he's blazed out of his mind.
...and as hilarious as the mental image of taking a toked Eddie Munson to Big Buy is, he really shouldn't. )
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Date: 2022-07-25 12:49 am (UTC)I'm a great driver, Steve. My driving record is actually very clean!
But fine. If you insist, I'll take a ride in a fancy carriage. [ the beamer is kinda of luxury compared to eddie's van, after all. and who is he to say no if it seems like steve's hell bent on not only feeding him but also driving him over?
that's chivalry right there. ] We can stop on the store to get condiments on the way to your place. [ but let's be real, he's gonna smoke some more before steve arrives so like would he even know if they don't? ]
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Date: 2022-07-27 10:38 pm (UTC)( the mom friend vibe is out in full force now, Eddie. )
It's cute that you're so worried about condiments but I have the basics, you know that, right? Unless you're some kinda gourmet hot dog guy, and in that case I might be outta my depth here.
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Date: 2022-07-28 08:21 pm (UTC)also is it weird to be endeared by this treatment? maybe. call him a sucker for steve harrington though. ] i didn't want to show up empty handed.
nope, i'm simple guy when it comes to hot dogs and how i like them. get the big kind though, i'm hungry.
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Date: 2022-07-29 03:35 am (UTC)( which isn't exactly a don't call me that, either. it's a funny nickname, Steve can handle it. Mr. Mom vibes! )
There's a big kind? Why can't you just eat two? Nevermind. I'll look, all right? Don't pass out on me, I'll be there in half an hour.
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Date: 2022-07-29 04:11 pm (UTC)the thick baseball park style! i’m not in a two at a time mood, ok.
staying awake. you’re the best, steve. my hero. a real Aragorn coming to save me with hot dogs. [ coherency is going… oops. he’s going to be very high and probably a pain when Steve arrives. ]