( it's the feeling of being watched that draws eddie out of a really comfortable sleep, a great dream that he's already forgetting but involves a really hot hookup in a dark bar, music blaring and his heart pounding. he's drawn back to a body that's actually sore in a lot of places, but in a good way. the right sort of soreness at the back of his throat that'll make his voice more like a purr than a drawl.
eddie's on his stomach, always been a stomach sleeper when he's alone. he licks his lips, snuffling and rubbing his face into the pillow he's been drooling on as the hand underneath said pillow for the knife he snagged from jim's room when its previous owner was off fishing. he doesn't reach it before the intruder -- actually jim hopper -- speaks. he almost takes the bait, almost grumbles when he's tugged. instead he yelps. ) What the fuck!
( he lifts his head, looks over his shoulder and the mass of grown out curls he's rocking, to glare at jim hopper. ) Why are you here? What time is it? No. No, I'm too hungover for this.
( it's mostly said into the mattress and blankets as he grabs at the headboard for leverage, kicks his leg to get hopper off of him. )
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eddie's on his stomach, always been a stomach sleeper when he's alone. he licks his lips, snuffling and rubbing his face into the pillow he's been drooling on as the hand underneath said pillow for the knife he snagged from jim's room when its previous owner was off fishing. he doesn't reach it before the intruder -- actually jim hopper -- speaks. he almost takes the bait, almost grumbles when he's tugged. instead he yelps. ) What the fuck!
( he lifts his head, looks over his shoulder and the mass of grown out curls he's rocking, to glare at jim hopper. ) Why are you here? What time is it? No. No, I'm too hungover for this.
( it's mostly said into the mattress and blankets as he grabs at the headboard for leverage, kicks his leg to get hopper off of him. )