[ Eddie, meanwhile, just yanks his shirt off and tosses it into the pile on the floor, yanking the fresh one over his wild mop of bedhead. He's got the decency not to strip further - opting instead to duck into his bathroom to wiggle into a pair of torn skinny jeans, before just
blasting himself with scent-b-gones. ]
Play nice and we just might. [ ... actually these jokes work less well when he's not the only queer man in the room. eddie grabs a hair tie and steps out, snapping his snarled mess of hair up and off his shoulders. ]
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blasting himself with scent-b-gones. ]
Play nice and we just might. [ ... actually these jokes work less well when he's not the only queer man in the room. eddie grabs a hair tie and steps out, snapping his snarled mess of hair up and off his shoulders. ]