(By a twelve year old standard's, it may as well be ancient.
Eddie merely shrugs. Henry Bowers was a fact of his life that wasn't going to be as simply forgotten as other things. Bullies existed.
Aliens. Now that gets his attention. Monsters was the first thing he thought of- not aliens. Which was stupid now that he thought about it. Space had aliens more than it did monsters.)
Are they like- really weird looking? (He seems calmer for a split second but then.
Shiro asks about specifics and his mouth clips shut with an audible click. A look comes over Eddie's face. It's not just the simple fear of something unsettling. It's not even the kind of fear that was present in his video. This fear is something intangible that grabs around him like a vice and for a moment, he can't think of anything at all. Anything in particular?
There's something, oh God, there is something, but his memories aren't doing him any favors and the most he can think of is the trickling echo of a carnival tune and the smell of popcorn.)
....No. (He finally says, coming back to himself. Despite the moment of fear, it's equally clear that Eddie seems to think that no, he doesn't know anything in particular. Nothing he can remember anyway.)
Um. I don't know. I've never really been on my own before? Not like this. Is there a store or something here? Like a drug store or something?
video;
(By a twelve year old standard's, it may as well be ancient.
Eddie merely shrugs. Henry Bowers was a fact of his life that wasn't going to be as simply forgotten as other things. Bullies existed.
Aliens. Now that gets his attention. Monsters was the first thing he thought of- not aliens. Which was stupid now that he thought about it. Space had aliens more than it did monsters.)
Are they like- really weird looking? (He seems calmer for a split second but then.
Shiro asks about specifics and his mouth clips shut with an audible click. A look comes over Eddie's face. It's not just the simple fear of something unsettling. It's not even the kind of fear that was present in his video. This fear is something intangible that grabs around him like a vice and for a moment, he can't think of anything at all. Anything in particular?
There's something, oh God, there is something, but his memories aren't doing him any favors and the most he can think of is the trickling echo of a carnival tune and the smell of popcorn.)
....No. (He finally says, coming back to himself. Despite the moment of fear, it's equally clear that Eddie seems to think that no, he doesn't know anything in particular. Nothing he can remember anyway.)
Um. I don't know. I've never really been on my own before? Not like this. Is there a store or something here? Like a drug store or something?