8. āYouāre seriously like a man-child.ā
19. āYouāre Satan.ā
47. āDogs donāt wear clothes!ā
They got a dogāafter everything, they got a dog. A big, furry thing who drooled all over herself most of the time, and she slept in bed with them despite Eddieās initial insistence that no, Richie, she canāt sleep on the bed, thereāll be dog hair everywhere and drool all over, no, she sleeps on her own dog bed. For dogs.Ā
But, after everything, Eddie also found he was a weak, weak man. And Richie knew all of his weak spots, new ones and old ones from their days at the Quarry and before the demonic clown. So, the dog slept in bed with them every night, curled up between he and Richie but sometimes at their feet or to one side of the bed.Ā
Eddie doesnāt regret any of it. Not the clown, the nights spent laid up in some hospital bed (and, after, on Richieās couch in Los Angeles because heād always wanted to visit the west coast, and Hell if he was going back to Myra, now), none of it. In fact, he had never been happier in his life, but he would never get used to living Richieās life. The tabloids and interviews and walking down the street and hiding from paparazzi and having people Tweet at himāseriously, technology was cool, but before he moved out here with Richie, heād barely been active on Facebook. But, the weirdest part is, maybe, the sheer amount of mail they get shoved into the mail slot of their tiny, little apartment.Ā
āWhat do we got today, Eds?ā Richie asked as Eddie dug through the stack of envelopes. Richie stood over the stove, spatula in hand and shirt unbuttoned entirely. Their dog, Lola, teetered around by his feet. Her tongue hung out from the side of her mouth.Ā
Eddie hummed. āRichie Tozier, Richie Tozier, Mr. Tozierāoh, that makes you sound almost respectableāRichie Tozier, bills, Richie Tozier, āTo One Mr. R. Tozier.āāĀ
āLast one sounds fancy, open it.ā Richie moved for the cabinet to the left of the stove and gathered two ceramic plates from its depths. Eddie tore into the envelope and opened the letter inside.Ā
āItās an invite,ā Eddie said after skimming the letterās contents. āSome small award thing.āĀ
āPlus one?ā Richie asked. He dished eggs onto both plates as Eddie nodded. āCan we bring L-O-L-A Lola?ā Richie ran a hand over Lolaās back, and her tail thumped against the cabinet. He cooed.Ā
āNope, Rich, invite says itās a formal event. No shoes, no shirt, no service kind of deal. Sorry.ā Eddie leaned over the counter and patted her on the hip. She didnāt seem to care.
āWe could get her shoes and shirt. Pants, maybe, too, huh Lola? Youād look sick as Hell in a pantsuit, wouldnāt she, Eds?āĀ
āDogs donāt wear clothes, Richie.ā Eddie rolled his eyes. āYouāre seriously like a man-child sometimes.ā He threw the invite in with the pile of mail laid out in front of him.Ā
āAnd youāre Satan if you think our little Lola wouldnāt kick ass in a pantsuit.ā Richie set the plate on the counter in front of him and slid the other to the next seat.Ā
āWeāll see, Richie.ā But they both knew what that meantāno clothes for the dog.Ā
(They took her to the ceremony anyway because Eddie was a weak, weak man.)
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