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[dannychan]

eddie, since the whole clown thing, hated anything involving water. it would take an hour to actually get her the courage to shower, and he hardly slept anymore. he stared at the cast, knocking on it gently and blinking. "no idea. i just want it off.. ob had an itch on my wrist for the past month and it's really annoying.."

[peridot.]

He laughed and said, tilting his head and smiling a bit, "Well, we could just pry it off ourselves you know. I think we've got a crowbar somewhere."

[dannychan]

he rose an eyebrow and drew his arm away. "i don't know if i trust you with a crowbar.."

[peridot.]

"Oh, c'mon Eds, you can trust me! I totally won't rebreak your arm." He said with a grin, bouncing a little bit.

[dannychan]

he whined and waved him away. "no. you are not coming near my arm!" he huffed.

[peridot.]

He pouted and said, sticking his tongue out at the other and grinning, "Damn it, Eds! I just want to help!"

[dannychan]

he stuck his tongue out. "are you a doctor?"

[peridot.]

He gave a cocky smirk and nodded, teasing softly, "Yeah, I am. The loveee doctor~"

[dannychan]

he rolled his eyes. "of shut it." he said and poked the other.

[peridot.]

It had been exactly a month and two weeks since they had killed Pennywise. And yes, Richie had been keeping track, because he was goddamn proud of the fact that they had beaten that damn beast. Well, 'beaten' was a relative term, since they still weren't sure if he would come back, but even if he did, it wouldn't be for another 27 years, so they didn't have to worry about it. Right now, his real main worry was Eddie. His arm had been broken during an incident with the demonic clown, and Richie had been carefully helping him. He could even fondly remember scratching out the s in the 'loser' that a bully had written on Eddie's cast and replacing it with a v, joking about how Eddie was his cute lover just to piss the other off. He could remember Eddie hissing at him that he was an asshole, but still laughing a little bit. Sure, they were shits to each other constantly, but Richie would give anything for Eddie.

So now that the other was finally getting the cast off, he was both happy and worried, like he always sort of was. Eddie's Mom no longer liked him - she was extremely protective and had almost banned Eddie from seeing Richie and any of the other kids after he had broken his arm - but he ignored it whenever she nagged at him, and now was no different. Right now, Richie was sitting in Eddie's room, a crooked grin on his face as he held the other's cast, his thick glasses reflecting the amused light in his eyes, "You think your arm will be all deformed or fucked up still?"

this takes place in the 80s remember
also Eddie is like super paranid when it comes to like diseases and stuff just so you know