[ To his credit, Eddie didn’t have much money before, and he certainly doesn’t have much money now. Not a whole lot has exactly changed for him in regards to his finances. He still has a whole lot of other questions about his current situation, but he’s honestly just relieved to no longer be on the run for a murder he didn’t commit. No one here knows him or has any preconceived notions about him. It may be the first time he’s managed to fully shake the stifling weight of his small hometown in his life. Things could be going better, but they could be going much worse. ]
Jesus—
[ He yelps in unison with Bob and prepares to meet the floor, but he finds himself tipped right to his feet agin. Lucky for both of them, Eddie has the physicality of a spaghetti noodle; not all that hefty and easy to upright even for those who haven’t been exposed to a super soldier serum. ]
Thanks, man.
[ Through the darkness, his gaze drifts to the vending machine. Quiet, no longer lit up, all the snacks hopelessly locked inside. ]
Think giving it a good shake would do the job?
[ He'd offer to shove his arm up the snack slot but he can't see well enough to trust that he wouldn't get stuck. ]
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Jesus—
[ He yelps in unison with Bob and prepares to meet the floor, but he finds himself tipped right to his feet agin. Lucky for both of them, Eddie has the physicality of a spaghetti noodle; not all that hefty and easy to upright even for those who haven’t been exposed to a super soldier serum. ]
Thanks, man.
[ Through the darkness, his gaze drifts to the vending machine. Quiet, no longer lit up, all the snacks hopelessly locked inside. ]
Think giving it a good shake would do the job?
[ He'd offer to shove his arm up the snack slot but he can't see well enough to trust that he wouldn't get stuck. ]