[He has the sudden, inexplicable urge to kiss the top of her head when she tucks herself against his shoulder. But he doesn't, mostly because he's not sure where the urge came from, but partly because he's pretty sure her hair would bite him if he tried.
Instead he just nods, settling more comfortably himself.] Good, you deserve to be.
[ If he had kissed her hair, she doesn't know how she'd react. Probably blush horrifically, not that she's not done that already. But since he doesn't, and since she can't see his face with the way they're arranged, she doesn't do anything more than rub her thumb over his shirt. ]
I'm surprised you are. Comfortable, I mean. Here. [ In her messy room, with all her posters and paraphernalia stacked on every available surface. She's never seen Chris's room, but she can assume it's neat and tidy, probably pretty bland and without a ton of various knick-knacks to give away anything about its occupant.
But also on her bed, with her tucked against his side. With The Freak. ]
[His brow creases, puzzled by the answer, lifting his head a little so he can look down at her as if he might be able to determine what she'd meant.] Why? We're friends, right? And you invited me in here.
[A twitch of a smile follows, amusement simmering up again, though he mostly manages to keep a lid on it in case the concern is genuine] Should I be worried you had ulterior motives?
[ For some reason, hearing Chris say they're friends makes something inside her twist painfully, which makes no sense because of course they're friends and she should be pleased he agrees.
She huffs against his shirt, rolling her eyes even though he can't see her. ]
Maybe I was intending to mesmerize you with my Satanic rituals. Lure you away from the Lord.
Oh is that what you're doing? [It's asked with a tilt of his head as if he can actually see her face instead of just a mass of hair] Because I have to say, if that's your plan you're doing a really bad job of it. There haven't been any candles or chanting or anything.
I'm doing a long-con. [ She can tell he lifted his head based on how his chest and shoulder move under her cheek, but Eddie keeps hers right where it is. While the idea of looking into Chris's eyes from a scant few inches away isn't exactly a hardship, she's not sure she has the self control not to make it weird. And they're friends. So. She can't ruin that by being weird. ]
If I brought you in here and hit you with the candles and chanting right out of the gate, you'd know what's up. I gotta ease you into it. Boil you like a frog.
[He just nods, settling again, though his smile is still very much in place and probably evident in his tone] Oh, true, that does make sense. But, see, you also messed up by telling me the plan, because now I'll be on alert for it.
[It's definitely a tease, and he's hoping it's an obvious one because he doesn't want to mis-step here, because they are friends, and he doesn't want to say anything that will actually offend her.]
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Instead he just nods, settling more comfortably himself.] Good, you deserve to be.
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I'm surprised you are. Comfortable, I mean. Here. [ In her messy room, with all her posters and paraphernalia stacked on every available surface. She's never seen Chris's room, but she can assume it's neat and tidy, probably pretty bland and without a ton of various knick-knacks to give away anything about its occupant.
But also on her bed, with her tucked against his side. With The Freak. ]
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[A twitch of a smile follows, amusement simmering up again, though he mostly manages to keep a lid on it in case the concern is genuine] Should I be worried you had ulterior motives?
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She huffs against his shirt, rolling her eyes even though he can't see her. ]
Maybe I was intending to mesmerize you with my Satanic rituals. Lure you away from the Lord.
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If I brought you in here and hit you with the candles and chanting right out of the gate, you'd know what's up. I gotta ease you into it. Boil you like a frog.
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[It's definitely a tease, and he's hoping it's an obvious one because he doesn't want to mis-step here, because they are friends, and he doesn't want to say anything that will actually offend her.]