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Eddnard Smithers || 26 years Kingston, Ontario, Canada Deputy of Doctor Richard Gallian's Theory. Hover over pictures for links. var sc_project=8965926; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="3bbdc919"; var scJsHost = (("https:" == document.location.protocol) ? "https://secure." : "http://www."); document.write("");

[nopiehere]

So.

Should I get the cheese fries, the curly fries, sloppy joe, or one of these milkshakes?

[eddnard]

Pike. You came.

Surprised to see you first.

[darlarandall-blog]

Atlas Hands (rewind para) - Ed & Darla

[darlarandall-blog]

His words hit her like a train, but instead of barreling her to the point of destruction, they flowed into her chest, wrapping tightly around her heart in a way she’d never realized words could do. No matter how much she didn’t believe them she knew that Ed did, because Ed didn’t lie. Ed cradled her name on his tongue and she knew sure as steel that every word that blossomed on the garden on his lips was as honest as the previous. She held them to her like a bouquet, his words, treasured them in the quiet shadows of her chest when she was alone, letting them cover her in the warmth they provided with ease. Glancing up at him, her emerald eyes shone with excitement at his costumes, drinking him in very much the same way his alter ego would drink her. Unable to hide the smile curling about her lips her laugh is soft, tucking hair behind her ear while crimson blossoms across her cheeks, ducking to hide the flush as she steps in. “Thank you. So do you - I like the eyes.” Lithe fingers go to reach out before she pulls back, just like the last time, still fearful of her want to touch him and what he might say.

She wasn’t afraid he’d pull away, he was much too kind for that, but she feared the silent rejection, the inevitable distancing from such a foolish move. Instead, her eyes trail over the apartment, virtually unrecognizable, dripping in festivities in a way she’d never seen before. Feeling the familiar well of emotions, the over sensitivity to things she’d missed out on, the tides in her eyes rise before she quickly blinks them away, grinning like a child, nothing but curiosity and wonder in her eyes, draped in purple from the various lamps. Turning to him, Darla merely hugs him, arms tight around his torso, a quick squeeze she was sure she would regret before pulling away, the fire spreading from forehead to toe, blazing as the searing heat of his form coupled with her embarrassed flush. “S-Sorry just - It’s - It’s amazing. There’s even a zombie!” Spoken with a soft laugh, she remains standing a lost statue amongst the decorations of his home, another decoration herself really as she waited for him for direct her. 

"I uh - I don’t mind - n-not in the least. T-Talking I mean." Every time she opened her mouth she was digging her grave of embarrassment it seemed, tugging the sleeves of her sweater she chuckled nervously, picking at her fingers, hoping he didn’t think her the fool she felt herself to be. 

[eddnard]

His body immediately reacted to her hug, arms pulling her close with an urgency he was not used to. It was as if they had hugged a million times, Ed remembering exactly where her body would touch his; her head close to his shoulders as his hands begged to touch her hair. The hug was over entirely too quickly- they always ended before Ed expected them to. He smiled at the blush spreading across her cheeks, resisting the desire to reach out and see if the heat felt the same as the fire burning inside of his chest. It started out as a few sparks, a small campfire that suddenly roared to life, setting his entire torso ablaze with nervousness and curiosity. "We should stop apologizing for hugging each other, I think. I don't mind it when you hug me." He looked at her, finding himself trying to read every speckle of color in her eyes. Her words of the zombie snapped him out of it, causing him to look away with a sheepish chuckle. He was glad she liked it, because he remembered buying it and wondering if it was too juvenile. "Just don't get too close. Might try to bite your hand off."

Realizing his costume, another laugh escaped his lips. "Actually, I might try to bite you. Vampire and all. I hope you're carrying a stake." He motioned to the couch, allowing her to sit down first before he took the cushion beside her. They were too close and too far all at once, the distance between them forever a paradox that Ed couldn't wrap his head around. Unsure of what to say, Ed reached for the white bowl on his coffee table, which was patterned with fake blood and filled to the brim with treats. "Candy?" Grabbing a Twix for himself, he waited for her response before placing it back on the table.

"First time I ever went to a Halloween party without my parents was when I was ten. I think I ate over twenty of these things," ripping the wrapper open, he placed it on the table to throw away later. "I had a stomach ache the rest of the week. Got way too sick and couldn't eat them for a year after." Ed took a bite, focusing on the chocolate and caramel in his mouth instead of on Darla. He didn't really know what he was saying, and he didn't know what relevance Joseph Baritelli's Halloween party had. He just had to fill the silence, but now it seemed deafening. "I have an idea." Ed spoke after his candy was done. It was either idiotic or perfect, but it was better than sitting in the quiet. "Halloween themed truth or dare. I'll go first with a truth, if you want." 

[eddnard]

Young Lions || Eddnard & Catelyn

[alanmandm]

Catelyn sat at a bar for the very first time in her life, it was an interesting feeling that she had wondered about for years. Given her sickness record of the passed years, there was never a time for her to experiment like other women her age.  She was only twenty which meant she wasn’t of age to be drinking but that logic never seemed to be the case for most of her generation - people drank when they wanted to no matter their age. A small nervous giggle fell from her lips when she looked at the situation, she was slightly underage with a deputy sitting next to her offering alcohol. He was very drunk, and she was very aware of that small fact, it made him very entertaining to the young woman and she couldn’t help but find his tactics humorous. The town had been sweet to her in so many ways, which included her ability to be able to talk and connect to those around her. Even if she was in a situation she never thought she would be. 

Her small body leaned agaisnt the bar with her long fingers tangled into her hair as she leaned into the bar looking over at the man. A smirk played on her lips as he passed the shot to her. It was completely and utterly something new in her mind which made her curious about how it would be. She was never the type of girl that wouldn’t take risks. No Cate was more than happy to push the edge or try something new, he seemed responsible and her father wasn’t around so she saw nothing wrong with it. Her racing mind spun and spun of how she would be when intoxicated. She pulled the drink to her and let her finger run around the edge - a subtle but obvious grin dancing over her lips. 

Cate couldn’t help but giggle as he babbled on and on about the drink that she wasn’t all that nervous to even try. A grin turned into a smirk when he ordered one for himself. This was one of the first times that she wasn’t rambling on and on about her thoughts, the moment was much too interesting to her for her to ruin it with too many words. She was a bit more nervous when he got his drink handed to him as well, not nervous to be drunk or even how it would taste but just the sweet nervous that comes before the rush of excitement in taking a simple risk. Her father would be very disappointed with her if he knew she was drinking, but she found it hard to get too caught up in guilt when the night appealed to her so much more. “You have a gopher? He must be adorable! Small animals are just the best thing a person could have!” she remarked when she heard the deputy’s murmuring drunkenness

The woman let out an honest giggle when she realized that he called her blue - for a few moments she did not even realize why. But when it clicked a blush filled her cheeks, it was an interesting nickname that she couldn’t help but enjoy. “Blue? That is very new but I like it! My name? It’s Catelyn, or Cate, or Cat, or Lyn, or Hara, or anything really. I’m not picky. Life is too short to get caught up in finickiness — don’t you think deputy? What is your name…I am terribly sorry I forgot to ask you earlier.” She  responded before taking in a large gulp of the alcoholic beverage the man bought her. At first her face turned a bit, her taste buds getting used to the sweet bitterness. She liked it. Which did not shock her system in the list bit, it tasted like risk and joy in a cup. Catelyn could understand why so many came to the bar to wash away their worries. Instantly the woman looked over at the man and giggled “It is so very very sweet but so very very delightful!”

[eddnard]

"What?" was all that Eddnard managed before dissolving into a fit of laughter. She thought he had a damned pet gopher. "I don't have a gopher. I have a dog! It's not even my dog. It's name is Bear. Who names a dog Bear? Someone that wants to give a dog a fuckin' identity crisis, I think. I wanted Woody. He looks like a Woody. Doesn't look like a bear." Ed realized he was rambling and she still had no idea who Gopher was. "Gopher is the Rookie back at the station. His name's Topher, but don't let him know that I know that. He's kinda short. Fluffy hair. Goofy ass smile. You'd know him. He'd like this drink. We should invite him over- I'd invite him over right now, but I don't have a phone." Ed shook his head down at his empty glass, wishing that he had his cell phone. That was the one thing he missed from back home- life was easier with phones. With a sigh, Ed motioned for the bartender, asking for two shots of Jack Daniel's. 

"You have a lot of names. I'm just Eddnard. Or Ed. Or Ned. Gopher calls me Nerd. You can call me whatever you want. I guess we all have a lot of names." He watched her drink the beverage, knowing that it would appeal to her tastebuds. He wanted to give her something a bit more harsh- for some reason, he wanted to introduce her to the drunken world that he was currently spinning in. He began laughing, enjoying the way she seemed to smile at everything. Catelyn was optimistic, he figured, and his sober mind secretly hoped that nothing would come to diminish that optimism. "I'm glad you enjoy it, Blue." Ed nodded to her, figuring he'd stick to the nickname if she enjoyed it so much. He brought the small glass to his lips, breathing in the smell. The scent of grain and oak filled his nose before he swallowed it in one gulp, his tastebuds remembering the smooth bitterness. 

Pushing Catelyn's own shot of whiskey towards her, Ed leaned on the bar counter. His limbs felt loose, practically melting into the smooth surface as if he were made of jello. He knew he had passed tipsy and was on his way to drunk, noting that he should stop soon. With a crooked smile, he motioned to the glass. "That's a lot harsher. Be careful. You can, uh... Sip it, if you want. Might be a little better to just take it all at once, though. Whatever you think will suit you." Looking around him, Ed watched the few people still in the bar. They all looked their age- early to middle twenties. When his eyes returned to Catelyn's, his eyebrows furrowed. "How can someone your age never have drank before? What's your story, Blue?"

[eddnard]

Dear Staff please visit Dr. Dixon or Dr. Keys for the needed shot or alternative pill.

The sudden requirement for a shot confused Ed, but he chose not to question it on the way to Doctor Dixon's. He didn't often go for flu shots or vaccines- they always made Ed extremely ill so he preferred to go without. His immune system was decent, only getting sick once or twice a year. Still, he listened to orders. That was what deputies did. It set a good example and Eddnard knew, without a doubt, that there would be protesters.

It didn't hurt much. He took it as a shot, figuring it would be a lot more trouble to ask for the alternative. After it was over, Dixon bandaged it and told him he was free to go. Pressing tenderly on the soreness, Ed nodded. "Thanks. Don't hesitate to ask for help in case anything comes up." With that, Ed left and headed off to another day's work.

[darlarandall-blog]

Atlas Hands (rewind para) - Ed & Darla

Paintbrush at home between her lithe fingers, the soft bristles traced her sunken cheeks, painting rivers of black in perfect angular lines. From laugh line to near hair line, thin lines decorated her pale complexion, the small girls lips tugging up as she studied her handy work. Three on each side, dark as coal and seemingly perfectly at home on her face, the whiskers were the finishing touches to her costume - or well, as much as a costume as black tights and sweater could be. Even still, she’d found a dainty pair of cat ears at the costume shop, Ed’s words ringing in her ear all the way home after she purchased them - adorable. Her cheeks flushed beneath the painted lines, ivory teeth chewing pale crimson lips to keep them from hitching up even further. She was a silly girl with a crush perhaps, foolish even, to think that Ed - beautiful, brilliant Ed with nearly everything going for him - would ever think of the tiny wisp of a thing she was as more than a friend. 

Tucking the delicately curled strands of hair behind her ear, Darla shook the thoughts away. It didn’t matter then, because he wanted to spend the night with her. He’d invited her over for Halloween and after a lifetime of friendless nights and lonely holidays, she’d jump at the chance for company, company as wonderful as him. With one last small look in the mirror, she turned away, knowing if she stared any longer she’d never leave. Would see every imperfection and flaw, spiraling down until she was nothing more than the bile on her lips as she gave into temptation. Idle hands may have been the devils play things, but wandering thoughts were truly the gateway to hell. 

Stepping out, her breath fogged in front of her lips, dangerously thin arms wrapping around herself as she began to shiver in the chilly autumn air, the first signs of the winter winds only furthering lifting her mood. She couldn’t wait for the snow, for the Holidays and the promise of what these would bring. Warmth of a kind she’d not felt in years, comfort. The sort of comfort she felt then, stepping onto the space in front of Ed’s door, knowing he was expecting her, waiting for her. Pulling the frayed edges of the cableknit over trembling fingers, she knocked once, twice, standing near shivering under the stark light over head, waiting with a hammering heart of sudden nerves for him to open up. 

[eddnard]

Halloween was one of Ed's favorite holidays as a kid. His mom always thought it was odd, but it made perfect sense to him. Thanksgiving in their family wasn't about being thankful- it was about preparing their furniture store for Black Friday every year, an event that wiped out over half their inventory. Although it gave his family money for Christmas, it always reminded Ed of work he never enjoyed, a prison's bars that his own family built for him. Christmas was good- they lived well, got what they wanted- and he would never discredit that. Still, the entire extended Smithers family would come and squish themselves inside his house. Ed could barely think around so many people. The anonymity of Halloween allowed him to hide behind someone else's face. Later on, he was able to patrol the streets and feel worth something for a few moments. The entire day intrigued him- a mark to the holiday season, everyone became so festive.

Observing his handiwork, he looked around his apartment's living room. The convenience store was full of decorations, so he went a little overboard. This was his first holiday in town, one he chose to spend specifically with Darla. It had to be good. He felt an obligation to leave a good impression, just like the ones she left on him. The lights were off, replaced with purple lanterns scattered about on tables and shelves.  Spider webs draped over the couch and tattered cloth covered the table. Upon it were two bowls, one filled with chips and the other filled with assorted candies. Spiders crawled the walls and a life-sized zombie sat in the corner of the room. Ed wasn't a fan of Halloween music- the only aspect that made him anxious- so he replaced it with more upbeat tracks. It still wasn't good enough. Even in his costume, the vampire idea that Darla chose, he felt unimpressive.

He was dressed in a suit vest and dress pants, something he had found in the back of his closet. Without reference pictures, Ed went to the first images he had in his mind of vampires- all cliche, all dressed in suits with a cloak flowing behind them. Ed dropped the latter. His teeth were sharp to begin with, but he bought a pair of fangs for added affect, the plastic feeling artificial and hard in his mouth. They wouldn't stay there long. He drew on veins, something he had seen from an old television show, red and harsh that dripped from his eyes. There was knock on his door, his skin jumping in surprise. She actually did come. Feeling silly in his makeshift outfit, he opened the door hesitantly. Just by standing there, Darla made him forget about everything he was just worrying about- focusing all on her, entirely on her, standing there at his doorstep. He couldn't help smile. "You look amazing." He wasn't sure if these compliments were too far, stepping into a territory he was no longer familiar with, but he couldn't help it. She was gorgeous. She was a damn good cat, too. "I'm glad you came. You must be cold- come in." He stepped aside and motioned her into the purple glow, rubbing the back of his neck. "I would have made this a movie night or something, but... All we've got is candy and music. That's the most Halloween I could manage. I don't mind, though. Talking to you would be just as nice. If you don't mind, I mean."

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[darlarandall-blog]

Bravest cop in town. 

I would too! You wouldn’t! You can’t paint — can you? Still! I’d rather be mandorable than adorable any day I think. You’d be - you’re one of a kind mandorable.

Just don’t eat me — n-not too sure I’d taste too great. 

[eddnard]

Oh, stop.

I definitely would! I can use paint, yeah. That's about the extent of my abilities. It'd be ugly, but I'd definitely get the point across. I wouldn't have much trouble convincing the town you're adorable. 

Who knows? Maybe your blood type is my favorite.

[darlarandall-blog]

Street cred?

Gonna paint a banner and hang it in the square. ‘Eddnard is mandorable, love Darla.’ 

It’s getting chilly though - m-maybe a vampire? Or — a racecar driver? 

[eddnard]

Yeah! I mean, everyone sees me as a big tough man, right? ...No? Eh. I can pretend.

You wouldn't dare. I would paint one over it saying 'Darla is more adorable, and it's better because she's not a man. Love, Eddnard.'

A vampire? I like that, actually. A cat and a vampire- what a pair.

[darlarandall-blog]

So should you.

S-Sorry I — you don’t — you don’t have to stop talking - y-you’re - you too. Adorable — b-but manly adorable. M-Mandorable.

Halloween is about being something you’re not! You’re already a cop! 

You can be — you can be an astronaut! Or a kitty like me!

[eddnard]

Mandorable?

That's a new one. I like it. But it'll just stay between us, right? Can't ruin my flawless street cred.

I know, I know. But at least I wouldn't have to try.

Maybe an astronaut, but I get hot easily. Somehow I don't think I'd look as good with a tail.

[eddnard]

Young Lions || Eddnard & Catelyn

"Just do it." Ed pushed a shot towards the girl he had just met, a grin pulling at his lips. Damn, did he love corrupting people. He had visited the bar to try out the beer, hearing they had some sort of pumpkin ale. It was his day off and all he could thing about was unwinding for once. Four beers and two shots of whiskey later, his right arm was draped across the bar counter lazily, vision focusing and refocusing on the woman next to him. He didn't even remember where she came from, like it was she had popped up out of thin air. This made him laugh. "Oh, c'mon. It's not that bad." Ed tried to get the girliest drink being offered in celebration of fall for her, knowing that the different flavors were often easier to swallow. The drink turned out to be a caramel appletini made with Bailey's caramel liquor, ordering it on his tab with the hopes she liked caramel apples. It probably tasted like goddamned candy- to him at least. To her, there might be a little bit of a sting. No big deal.

The thought of caramel apples made him hungry, so he turned to the bartender. "How about this," Ed said, accentuating the last word with a slap of his hand on the bar. "I'll have one with her too. Less pressure on her." He flashed her a smirk, completely believing that this would cover up the fact a caramel apple was all he fucking wanted. He wasn't the type to drink martinis by himself, nevermind in public. "Gopher would be proud." He muttered himself, referencing his fellow coworker who had an odd obsession with the girliest drinks he could find. "Bottoms up, Blue." The first thing Ed had noticed were her eyes, figuring it'd fit in lieu of her name- something he had yet to ask for.

"What is your name, anyway?" He stared down at the martini glass, the smell of apples floating towards him. The rim was fairly large and it was deeper than he imagined, wondering if Catelyn would try to sip it or take it as a shot. He hoped it wasn't the former. As an example, he took a sip, the taste sweet and smooth on his tongue. It was too sweet to him, a startling surprise from the bitter ale and whiskey. He suddenly didn't like it, wanting to spit it onto the bar because the polarity of the flavors didn't agree with his taste buds. Instead of leaving the drink alone in it's sweet and tart glory, he gulped it down in two sips with his nose scrunched. "Euuugh." Ed coughed roughly, looking at the bartender. "Why'd you let me do that?" He realized that he hadn't looked to see if the woman beside him liked it, his head turning to survey her expression. 

[eddnard]

name: Eddnard Isaac Smithers

age: 26 years old. (DOB: March 14th, 2029)

family: Ed’s family is fairly large- he grew up with dozens of aunts, uncles, and cousins. The oldest out of four children, Ed was destined to take over as boss of his father’s furniture store named Hunter’s Home. He never wanted this role, leaving his younger siblings Pike, Uhura, and Loras to pursue the career path of being a police officer. In turn, his parents Hunter and Olivia were very upset, the relationships tense and hurt by his choice. He made this choice at 22 and now only sees his family at Christmastime.

nationality: Canadian.

heritage: Polish on his mother’s side, Welsh and German on his father’s side.

languages: Can read, write, and speak in English and French. Only speaks French when around mother (it's her first language) and a few words with his siblings.

religion: Former Christian, now Agnostic.

horoscope: Pisces 

job history: Worked at Hunter's Home from age sixteen to twenty-two, became an officer for Toronto Police Service until twenty-six, now is the deputy of Doctor Richard Gallian’s theory.

thoughts on love: Ed has been in love once. He maintained a three year relationship with his partner at work, a spunky officer named Lauren. They were planning a life together until Lauren was murdered in front of Ed.

type of drunk: Extremely playful and happy. Ed can handle alcohol very well, the only way to tell he’s drunk is when he accentuates and slurs random words.

three words: Invested, practical, and cowardly.

drinks/smokes: Ed enjoys a beer or two a few times a week just to unwind, his party phase now far over. He'll get drunk whenever the situation pops up or allows it. Smoked weed a few times in college, but the habit never stuck.

tattoos: A Legend of Zelda tattoo, complete with Hyrule’s Royal Crest and Majora’s Mask on the back of his left calf. It is the only tattoo he's ever wanted, a game he grew up on that provided bonding experiences between him, his brothers, and his father.

piercings: None.

scars: A faint scar on his right knee after surgery, injured after pursuing a criminal on foot.

education: Public schooling in Kingston until 18, lived at Laurentian University until 22 and majored in business administration in order to run Hunter's Home, decided to instead to join a police training program in order to work for the Toronto Police Service.

sex-life: Ed lost his virginity in his Junior year, to his on/off girlfriend of a year. He had sex on a frequent basis with a girl in college, but neither wanted to commit to anything. He had also slept with Lauren during their relationship.

mindset: Let your guard down and you give up your protection.

favorite type of film: Humor and action, enjoys a decent horror movie every now and then.

attitude toward others: Depends on mood. He tries to maintain his status in town by remaining professional, but he can be sarcastic or a smart-ass often. Ed’s mother raised him to always respect women, so he’s generally kind to them. That being said, if anyone gives him trouble, his manners will drop quickly.

lives: Ed was born and raised in Kingston, Ontario, Canada. He now resides in the Cage Complex in room 08C, floor three.

hobbies: Playing video games, watching ice hockey, playing/listening to guitar, work.

favorite color: Red.

love vs. lust: Love has always been important in Ed’s life, but not a main priority. Lauren was the first and only girl he’s ever truly been in love with, which ended horribly and caused him to build a wall around him. Lust is something that comes easy to Ed.

does he care at all: Ed tries not to care too much, due to losing Lauren. However, he’s not very good at keeping his walls cemented. 

fears: Death, losing those that he loves, being bad at his job, his (undiagnosed) PTSD and panic attacks. 

theme song: Radioactive by Imagine Dragons.

relationship history: Dated a girl named Emily in the Junior year of high school. She took his virginity, which made her special in Ed’s eyes. She ended up cheating on him with the captain of the basketball team. In college, Ed only slept with one girl named with Camille. They continued this all four years but decided against labeling it. When Ed was 23, he fell in love with Lauren and they lived in a small apartment together. They continued their relationship until her murder.

turn ons: Big eyes, a good laugh, talent, teasing, nibbling and biting, passion.

turn offs: Rudeness, liars, insensitivity, conceit.

sexuality: Heterosexual.

skills: Video games, excellent hand-eye coordination, good at arguing, understands different languages easily, cooking, working out/lifting weights.

dominant hand: Right.

bad habits: Gets scared fairly easily, can be cowardly, has no proper sense of money (overspends often), can tend to be too confident- or not confident enough.

pet peeves: Loud chewing, bad drivers, one sided conversations, ignorant people.

nervous ticks: Furrows eyebrows and presses lips together when confused, uncomfortable, or upset, shoves hands into pockets when uncomfortable, scratches neck when unsure, cracks knuckles absentmindedly.

common used word(s): eh, swears (shit, damn, fuck), uh, kid.

favorite foods: Cheese and bacon fries, mint chocolate chip ice cream, Montreal-style smoked meat, macaroni and cheese, pecan butter tarts, stuffed clams, pancakes with syrup.

favorite drinks: Beer, iced tea, lemon-lime Gatorade, Dr. Pepper, whiskey.

favorite animal: Cat. 

favorite place(s): The sushi bar two streets over from his house, the park surrounding a pond close to his dorm, his old apartment with Lauren, the police station in the Theory.

[darlarandall-blog]

F-Friend — right. I - haven’t either. 

It does work - something else is good - really good.

 Mimi’s? What’s Mimi’s? Y-You think so? I — w-what’re you gonna be?

[eddnard]

You should have.

Mimi's? It's, uh... This quaint little vintage shop. I'd imagine they'd stock up on costumes for the occasion. Well, I mean, you're always adorable- you'd just be even more so. ...Right. I'll stop talking now.

I have no clue. I suggested to Raven we'd all be a police officers and she didn't find it as a good idea. Any suggestions?

[alanmandm]

Nope, never, not even a drop! It’s always been ever so intriguing though. I have to? Well if you say so then I guess I must, mustn’t I? How do I, ah, swallow fast? I’ve never tried to change my speed as I swallow. What if I am terrible at it? You won’t just me would you? 

[eddnard]

Not a siiingle sip? Damn. When you taste it, you'll know to swallow fast. It tastes like shit until you get used to it. 

[darlarandall-blog]

Y-Yeah — I am, really. 

An angel? Ed — You’re just - you’re something else you know that? 

A kitty? Do you think they have a cat costume somewhere? I always did want to have little whiskers.

[eddnard]

I should be the surprised one. Never had a friend like you.

Maybe I am, but it could work!

Probably have one or two at Mimi's, I'm not sure. Shit, Dar. You'd look adorable with whiskers.

[darlarandall-blog]

R-Really?

I guess I just - haven’t let it sink in yet. I do - trust you, I mean. 

I don’t know! What do you think?

[eddnard]

Are you surprised?

Good. You're free. So free you could probably fly around town if you wanted. Maybe you should be an angel with those newly sprouted wings of yours.

In all seriousness... I'm not too sure. Oh, wait! You should be a cat, Dar! I could definitely see you as a cat.

[darlarandall-blog]

P-Plans? No - no that sounds great, I don’t have other plans - that’s - that’s amazing yeah, yeah - if you’re sure.

I didn’t - I didn’t know we could dress up here. 

[eddnard]

Y-Yeah? Of course I'm sure. No one I'd rather spend it with.

You can do whatever you want here, Dar. Trust me. Whaddya think you'll dress up as?

[darlarandall-blog]

For what?

[eddnard]

I think it'd be a lot more fun if we sat around in costumes and watched scary movies on Halloween night instead of normal clothes, eh? Pig out on candy and the whole nine yards.

I mean, if you want. You probably have other plans.