(For some reason, this description winds up making Eddie's ears go pink. It was on the very tip of his tongue to exclaim that boys don't wear purses, so why would he wear one? He looks stressed for a nanosecond, but then Richie is quick to confirm that no, boys wear them too.
His mouth is still twisted into an uncomfortable expression, but it gets more uncomfortable at the mention of medicine. His mouth tastes a little bit like paint thinner, and he suddenly feels hyper aware of the inhaler in his pocket.)
Oh, yeah. That would be convenient I guess.
(He's a little tense. That had been a different roller coaster of problems altogether, and he wasn't so sure how to approach that after they had already approached so much.)
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His mouth is still twisted into an uncomfortable expression, but it gets more uncomfortable at the mention of medicine. His mouth tastes a little bit like paint thinner, and he suddenly feels hyper aware of the inhaler in his pocket.)
Oh, yeah. That would be convenient I guess.
(He's a little tense. That had been a different roller coaster of problems altogether, and he wasn't so sure how to approach that after they had already approached so much.)