[Anything that happened or is happening outside of these five minutes, and this corridor, currently doesn't mean shit to Richie.
He tracks the movement of Eddie stepping closer to him with wide eyes, and his mouth feels dry again, but it's not because of anything malicious in Richie's mind, this time. He withdraws his hands from Eddie quick as flash to wipe them on his pants, the wide grin still on his face daring Eddie to comment, and then they're back on Eddie, hovering awkwardly for just long enough to be noticeable until they settle, one on his waist, one against the small of his back.]
Yup. Good.
[He echoes the word, intending it to be teasing, but he's unable to keep the smile out of his voice, and instead just sounds like an overjoyed doofus. Probably no way to play that one off. Richie doesn't even care. He doesn't care about anything else at all.]
Well, Edward Kasprak. [He's stalling. Falling back on a lilted tone and raised eyebrows, because what the hell else is he meant to do, when Eddie just says that? Says that he wants to kiss Richie again? This is the kind of thing he fully expected to never, ever hear outside of a good dream.]
I normally don't put out before the first date, but we've already had a traumatic experience, so, you know, uh- [The joke is falling apart real quick, because there's no joking way to say 'hell yes'. His eyes drop, incredibly void of subtlety, to Eddie's mouth.] Better make up for it.
[It's clumsy, and yes, messy, when Richie leans in to try again.]
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He tracks the movement of Eddie stepping closer to him with wide eyes, and his mouth feels dry again, but it's not because of anything malicious in Richie's mind, this time. He withdraws his hands from Eddie quick as flash to wipe them on his pants, the wide grin still on his face daring Eddie to comment, and then they're back on Eddie, hovering awkwardly for just long enough to be noticeable until they settle, one on his waist, one against the small of his back.]
Yup. Good.
[He echoes the word, intending it to be teasing, but he's unable to keep the smile out of his voice, and instead just sounds like an overjoyed doofus. Probably no way to play that one off. Richie doesn't even care. He doesn't care about anything else at all.]
Well, Edward Kasprak. [He's stalling. Falling back on a lilted tone and raised eyebrows, because what the hell else is he meant to do, when Eddie just says that? Says that he wants to kiss Richie again? This is the kind of thing he fully expected to never, ever hear outside of a good dream.]
I normally don't put out before the first date, but we've already had a traumatic experience, so, you know, uh- [The joke is falling apart real quick, because there's no joking way to say 'hell yes'. His eyes drop, incredibly void of subtlety, to Eddie's mouth.] Better make up for it.
[It's clumsy, and yes, messy, when Richie leans in to try again.]