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Aug. 27th, 2022 07:09 pmFor someone who has only just started working at a part time job that barely pays him enough to consider any big purchases, Eddie spends a lot of time window shopping for expensive things.
First was the guitar. She's still there, still waiting for him, sleek and black and perfect, but she's also way too expensive for him right now. Then there was the leather jacket. He'd found a good denim replacement at a thrift shop, which is right in his price range at the moment, but the creaky looking leather jacket on the mannequin in the window of the same store calls to him. The price tag makes him want to cry, but the jacket calls all the same.
Then there are the dice. In game shops across the city are sets of dice Eddie could have only dreamed of back in Hawkins. Dice carved from bone, made of stone, gems, crystals, items suspended inside, painted with gold, painted to look like the centre of the universe, translucent, opaque, pink and glittery, black and angry looking. He had even seen a set with tiny ships suspended inside, complete with sails.
A good set of dice, while still pricy, is reasonable.
He's standing by the game shop he's come to prefer, looking at the sets through the window, and when he senses someone nearby, he asks, "What do you think? Black with gold number or something like those translucent red ones?"
Then he turns and looks up. And up.
"Holy shit, you're tall."
First was the guitar. She's still there, still waiting for him, sleek and black and perfect, but she's also way too expensive for him right now. Then there was the leather jacket. He'd found a good denim replacement at a thrift shop, which is right in his price range at the moment, but the creaky looking leather jacket on the mannequin in the window of the same store calls to him. The price tag makes him want to cry, but the jacket calls all the same.
Then there are the dice. In game shops across the city are sets of dice Eddie could have only dreamed of back in Hawkins. Dice carved from bone, made of stone, gems, crystals, items suspended inside, painted with gold, painted to look like the centre of the universe, translucent, opaque, pink and glittery, black and angry looking. He had even seen a set with tiny ships suspended inside, complete with sails.
A good set of dice, while still pricy, is reasonable.
He's standing by the game shop he's come to prefer, looking at the sets through the window, and when he senses someone nearby, he asks, "What do you think? Black with gold number or something like those translucent red ones?"
Then he turns and looks up. And up.
"Holy shit, you're tall."
