That? Oh, that, uhhh... iiiiiiis [ Eddie creeps closer, reaching out to pull it from Steve's hands before he actually provides an answer lest it be sent flying through the window. ] my tibia?
Munson you absolute freak - [That is absolutely the gnarliest shit he has ever seen and he is absolute tickled by it, slipping on his shoes and coming closer to examine it - well.
Close enough. It's a human bone, it's not his, but it is right there, decently preserved and he supposes if hadn't eaten bleach for weeks, this would be a grosser experience. ] How the hell did you talk them into giving you your goddamn leg?
[Give him a minute to process that Eddie is standing on two legs right now -] Wait how the hell are you standing -
[ As Steve's hysteria builds to a frequency only dogs can hear, Eddie can only laugh. What did he expect? Munson is a freak after all. He bows to Billy's declaration like it's the highest praise.
Then swings the bone around like a baton and thunks it lightly against his left leg, moves to brace it against the bed so he can pull his pantleg up enough to show off the prosthetic.
It's just a standard prosthetic. More advanced than what they're accustomed to back in the 1980s, but not decked out to hell and back with cybernetics. Eddie's already started trying to make it feel more like his own, slapping stickers and paint all over the thing. ]
Told 'em I needed to say goodbye properly, y'know, lay it to rest, make peace with the fact that I was in pieces... but I'm thinking I might just find a way to put it in my next guitar.
God damn it, Eddie, I agreed to boners with you, not your bones!
[ Hands thoroughly cleaned, Steve steps out with the tissue roll wrapped around his hands and gestures to the human remains. It doesn't matter if it's been cleaned by the hospital, it's still gross to have laying around. ]
Give me that thing right the god damn hell now, it needs to be put somewhere sanitary! I am not playing around!
That is metal as shit - [Steve's hysterics are peripheral noise until he looks up, absolutely gleeful. ]
Lighten up Harrington, geez. It's not your bone - [Watch him grab Steve by the arm, ascending to the door. ] Anyway, I'm starving, forget the bone, let's go.
[ He shrugs off Billy's touch and picks up the bone, wrapping tissues around it as he rants under his breath about idiots and gruesome habits like ghouls in games. A drawer of clothes is tossed to the ground and Bone-y is deposited inside with a final slam, Steve giving a mutinous heavy huff. ]
Now we can go. I don't even want bacon anymore, thanks.
This is where he draws a line, fuck me. [The laughter, will it ever stop? Alas, it seems not. Billy will absolutely not be deterred from eggs and whatever else they have - he is first out the door, holding it open with a foot while he ushers them out, like this is a mild disagreement and not about human remains.
Billy is basically a kebab at this point, and Eddie's all mauled and bitten up. But the BONE!!]
[ Guess who is stalking ahead, taking out his phone to pay it more attention than them. ]
I bit it on the tail, I did not bite anything's head off. Jesus. Besides, that was a fight! You better wash your hands before you touch me, Munson, don't think this is a romantic moment all "aww, he touched the core of who I am" because it's not.
[Eddie gets a look that clearly says you're joking, but then sure, off Steve goes, ranting, and Billy isn't sure what to make of a Steve Harrington who kills bats with his teeth, instead of sucking in a fight.
It is kind of hot. His life is fucking miserable. ]
[ eddie shrugs, steve's a man of many mysteries and the weirdest of hangups - and then he's picking up the pace, holding his hands out and wiggling his fingers threateningly. ]
Now, Steve, is touching my clean bones really that much worse than touching the rest of me?
[ The look he gives him over a shoulder says Clean Bones is forever going to keep his dick soft. Steve jerks his chin at Billy who is not in the doghouse by comparison. ]
There's a place that does awesome breakfast burritos not far from the construction site near main.
[The flirting is not getting to him, the flirting is not getting to him. ] Or we got a waffle house a bit closer. I don't give a shit, I just want scrambled eggs.
Yeah, yeah. Waffles it is. [Billy, Billy. His cheeks are not red, it's just a little post-lit flush. He can make it through one breakfast, then slip away to his little apartment and try to process the last day into something logical and not all bizarre.
He is avoiding all eye contact, thank you, as he steps into the lead - the walk feels familiar, even if it's been weeks since he's been. Before he moved, he made himself a regular. Something about the waitresses just cheered him right up -]
[ whatever. his hands are now free of germs, and he's got enough social graces to not just put his hands all over steve, even to annoy the shit out of him. ]
I'm about ready to eat them out of house and home. Jesus, that pizza wore off hours ago.
[ Steve is holding it together better than he thought he would but he has a very real queasiness after The Bone incident. Real food would be nice. Maybe something not made of meat, though. ]
Oh, why am I not surprised?
[ At the diner the waitresses have tight tops and tiny shorts. It's alternate dimension Hooters. Rolling his eyes, he heads over to the greeter and politely asks for a table for three. ]
[Home sweet home - it smells heavenly. All vanilla scent and berry tang. He nudges Steve with his elbow, eyes absolutely delighted. At least three of the waitresses know Billy by name, tell him they've got his usual so don't you worry, and Billy goes into flirting mode so easily. Asks for the nice booth, asks if they'll do them some extras.
It pays to be him, sometimes. They do get the nice booth, which is nearer the back and a little more spacious. ] - Obviously the waffles are great, [he says before one of the more familiar waitresses asks for their drinks. ] Usual for me Donna, [he says, leaning in on an elbow, grin wide. ]
[ Look at that effortless charm at work. Hargrove's a popular man, and Eddie Munson can definitely see why.
His order is - a lot. A coke. A stack of berry waffles. Whatever the hell a crepe is. Mochi? Yeah, that too. The credit card means he doesn't have to worry about paying it back, and he offers it on up as payment for all of them. ]
[ Chocolate and cream for Steve, a coffee too. His own charm is less rampantly glitzy than Billy's but his warm smile gets some flirting back too and his gaze lingers on some of the girls. Boobies are soothing to look at! For a minute, anyway.
Steve gets out his phone and checks the network, screen flat on the table as he browses. ]
[Billy's usual is some waffles, scrambled egg on sour dough and a black coffee. He's a simple dude, promises Donna he will absolutely try the red berry next time he's in. He probably won't.
Eddie's order is - he can rationalise it from what he knows of Eddie Munson. Stoners love to eat, and Steve looks like such an American Dream he's shocked he doesn't get the maple syrup and butter. When they're alone, Billy does what he does best, sprawls with his arms along the full length of the booth on his side, eyebrow cocked at Steve's phone.
Phone. He's pretty sure he left his behind. Fuck. ] Shit, Munson - my phones still buried under all your shit. [He will not allow this to hinder his escape plan -] If I give you my new address can you drop it off or some shit? I need it for work on Friday.
Oh, right, that was what kicked off Steve's little adventure in paleontology.
[ he's got the decency to swallow before he talks, but the words are coming out between enormous bites of food. eddie eats like he's starving, always. ]
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That? Oh, that, uhhh... iiiiiiis [ Eddie creeps closer, reaching out to pull it from Steve's hands before he actually provides an answer lest it be sent flying through the window. ] my tibia?
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[ Hands flying in the air as he stumbles away from Eddie holding his own leg bone, Steve storms into the bathroom yelping the whole way. ]
You guys pull the stupidest shit! Who keeps their own leg?! Do you know how many germs are in human bones!
[ That is some aggressive hand-washing going on. ]
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Close enough. It's a human bone, it's not his, but it is right there, decently preserved and he supposes if hadn't eaten bleach for weeks, this would be a grosser experience. ] How the hell did you talk them into giving you your goddamn leg?
[Give him a minute to process that Eddie is standing on two legs right now -] Wait how the hell are you standing -
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[ As Steve's hysteria builds to a frequency only dogs can hear, Eddie can only laugh. What did he expect? Munson is a freak after all. He bows to Billy's declaration like it's the highest praise.
Then swings the bone around like a baton and thunks it lightly against his left leg, moves to brace it against the bed so he can pull his pantleg up enough to show off the prosthetic.
It's just a standard prosthetic. More advanced than what they're accustomed to back in the 1980s, but not decked out to hell and back with cybernetics. Eddie's already started trying to make it feel more like his own, slapping stickers and paint all over the thing. ]
Told 'em I needed to say goodbye properly, y'know, lay it to rest, make peace with the fact that I was in pieces... but I'm thinking I might just find a way to put it in my next guitar.
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[ Hands thoroughly cleaned, Steve steps out with the tissue roll wrapped around his hands and gestures to the human remains. It doesn't matter if it's been cleaned by the hospital, it's still gross to have laying around. ]
Give me that thing right the god damn hell now, it needs to be put somewhere sanitary! I am not playing around!
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Lighten up Harrington, geez. It's not your bone - [Watch him grab Steve by the arm, ascending to the door. ] Anyway, I'm starving, forget the bone, let's go.
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It's been in here the whole time, not hurting anybody, it can lay around a little while longer.
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[ He shrugs off Billy's touch and picks up the bone, wrapping tissues around it as he rants under his breath about idiots and gruesome habits like ghouls in games. A drawer of clothes is tossed to the ground and Bone-y is deposited inside with a final slam, Steve giving a mutinous heavy huff. ]
Now we can go. I don't even want bacon anymore, thanks.
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Billy is basically a kebab at this point, and Eddie's all mauled and bitten up. But the BONE!!]
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[ it was also the hottest thing he ever saw. ]
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[ Guess who is stalking ahead, taking out his phone to pay it more attention than them. ]
I bit it on the tail, I did not bite anything's head off. Jesus. Besides, that was a fight! You better wash your hands before you touch me, Munson, don't think this is a romantic moment all "aww, he touched the core of who I am" because it's not.
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It is kind of hot. His life is fucking miserable. ]
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Now, Steve, is touching my clean bones really that much worse than touching the rest of me?
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Hargrove, pick where we're eating.
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There's a place that does awesome breakfast burritos not far from the construction site near main.
[The flirting is not getting to him, the flirting is not getting to him. ] Or we got a waffle house a bit closer. I don't give a shit, I just want scrambled eggs.
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[ as they hit the entrance, eddie makes a show of spinning around and slathering his hands in hand disinfectant. ]
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Whichever you think is best, Billy.
[ He gets a first name acknowledgement, even. No agreements fly about waffles, though! ]
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Yeah, yeah. Waffles it is. [Billy, Billy. His cheeks are not red, it's just a little post-lit flush. He can make it through one breakfast, then slip away to his little apartment and try to process the last day into something logical and not all bizarre.
He is avoiding all eye contact, thank you, as he steps into the lead - the walk feels familiar, even if it's been weeks since he's been. Before he moved, he made himself a regular. Something about the waitresses just cheered him right up -]
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I'm about ready to eat them out of house and home. Jesus, that pizza wore off hours ago.
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Oh, why am I not surprised?
[ At the diner the waitresses have tight tops and tiny shorts. It's alternate dimension Hooters. Rolling his eyes, he heads over to the greeter and politely asks for a table for three. ]
Hargrove, these waffles better be amazing.
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It pays to be him, sometimes. They do get the nice booth, which is nearer the back and a little more spacious. ] - Obviously the waffles are great, [he says before one of the more familiar waitresses asks for their drinks. ] Usual for me Donna, [he says, leaning in on an elbow, grin wide. ]
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His order is - a lot. A coke. A stack of berry waffles. Whatever the hell a crepe is. Mochi? Yeah, that too. The credit card means he doesn't have to worry about paying it back, and he offers it on up as payment for all of them. ]
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Steve gets out his phone and checks the network, screen flat on the table as he browses. ]
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Eddie's order is - he can rationalise it from what he knows of Eddie Munson. Stoners love to eat, and Steve looks like such an American Dream he's shocked he doesn't get the maple syrup and butter. When they're alone, Billy does what he does best, sprawls with his arms along the full length of the booth on his side, eyebrow cocked at Steve's phone.
Phone. He's pretty sure he left his behind. Fuck. ] Shit, Munson - my phones still buried under all your shit. [He will not allow this to hinder his escape plan -] If I give you my new address can you drop it off or some shit? I need it for work on Friday.
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[ he's got the decency to swallow before he talks, but the words are coming out between enormous bites of food. eddie eats like he's starving, always. ]
No problem.
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