( if he could, eddie would smack house on the side for that one because it's not helping. he does snort though, beside himself, because the getaway cart driver is right and it would be goddamn hilarious if he weren't the one getting this talk in a decked out golf cart, speeding through the forest.

calm tone or not, hopper radiates anger and eddie's not exactly in the mood to soothe it with soft hands and a soft 'sorry, daddy' on his lips. he's actually pretty pissed about it, honestly. the halls of moria were quiet and now the balrog's rumbling up from the deep. )

No. ( he hisses, tries to elbow hopper in the chest while he's at it. ) You passed on that already! We agreed I was fucking off! You don't get to be disappointed in anything, you asshole.