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video 01 | Aortic Aneurysm
(You know who is not going to react to this situation decently no matter how many times it's explained to him? Eddie. You know who doesn't have a good game face against fear? Also Eddie. He's alone, he needs an adult, and he's pretty sure they don't restock on inhalers here. He knew he didn't need it, not technically, but he also knew that his lungs were contracting at a rate that lead to hyperventilating and as far as he was concerned, that was exactly what an asthma attack was all about. He was having an asthma attack. Maybe. His body was thinking about it.
By the way, he's definitely just been staring at the video for a couple of silent seconds, his jaw working back and forth as he just tried to remind himself that he was actually capable of breathing. This kid......)
My mom's going to fucking kill me.
(The words are whispered under his breath and he would think twice about swearing if he realized how many adults might be watching this video. He was enough of a loser that he could get the whole communication device thing, really, that was fine. But he wasn't quite able to wrap his mind around the full extent of it all.
After a second, he decides fuck it. He needs his inhaler. It goes up, he gives it a few shakes, and takes a deep, deep breath in with it. Holds. Holds.
Then his whole body deflates, his eyes rolling up. He closes his eyes and thinks about how he would talk to the police in Derry. Ha. If that wasn't the biggest fucking joke ever. When he speaks next, his voice is pitched higher than before, that typical 'I'm trying super hard to be polite and endearing' voice that he uses to call his mom 'mommy' when he's real apologetic. He's not even trying to be a suck up. The kid's just scared.)
Um. My name's Eddie Kaspbrak. I'm Sonia Kaspbrak's son and I definitely need to be home for dinner which is like, in an hour. So if anyone can help...I would really appreciate it.
.....God, I really hope this isn't that creep who was taking all those kids.
By the way, he's definitely just been staring at the video for a couple of silent seconds, his jaw working back and forth as he just tried to remind himself that he was actually capable of breathing. This kid......)
My mom's going to fucking kill me.
(The words are whispered under his breath and he would think twice about swearing if he realized how many adults might be watching this video. He was enough of a loser that he could get the whole communication device thing, really, that was fine. But he wasn't quite able to wrap his mind around the full extent of it all.
After a second, he decides fuck it. He needs his inhaler. It goes up, he gives it a few shakes, and takes a deep, deep breath in with it. Holds. Holds.
Then his whole body deflates, his eyes rolling up. He closes his eyes and thinks about how he would talk to the police in Derry. Ha. If that wasn't the biggest fucking joke ever. When he speaks next, his voice is pitched higher than before, that typical 'I'm trying super hard to be polite and endearing' voice that he uses to call his mom 'mommy' when he's real apologetic. He's not even trying to be a suck up. The kid's just scared.)
Um. My name's Eddie Kaspbrak. I'm Sonia Kaspbrak's son and I definitely need to be home for dinner which is like, in an hour. So if anyone can help...I would really appreciate it.
.....God, I really hope this isn't that creep who was taking all those kids.
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[Maybe if he pages Hunk, his teammate will save the day. But he'll try. It can't hurt to, right?]
Nah, he won't. If you ask him to, he'll tell you straight what needs to be done, and what he can do. He's always been honest with me.
[Aaaand there's the Language. He just sighs. But, as promised, he's not going to say anything.]
Unless you want to join us, then, no. None at all.
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(Now that was a wild theory that Eddie would have to work at later. It sounded pretty complicated at the moment and he wasn't so sure if it could be constituted as wholly useful information.
Like math or social studies. Good to know, maybe, but daily application? Psh.)
You're an adult though. Adults are always more honest with other adults than they are with kids.
(Adults always felt like lying to kids was protecting them and frankly? Eddie is extremely done with ever being lied to by an adult again. Not that it can be helped but this kid isn't going to take any future lies too well at all.
Eddie's grin turns into more of a smirk and all right, not the most innocent kid after all it would seem. At least he's not Tozier.)
I don't think I'm qualified to join any teams. Why don't you like swearing?
(It was an honest question. He had always wondered why adults don't like swearing when they themselves usually did it too.)
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[Or both. Usually it was the former, though. Allura and the Castle had more control over it than any human tech ever hoped to.]
Lucio will be honest with you. He might warn you something's going to happen, but he won't lie. He's a good man.
[A good friend. He can't think of any time he's heard Lucio tell an outright lie. Teasing? Sure. Exaggerating? Yes. But not flat out lies. Honestly, Shiro doesn't think Lucio has it in him.]
Swearing just... doesn't really fit the image of the Defenders of the Universe. We're supposed to be role models.
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and the show's rated PG.]