Apr 12, 2016
there's nothing eddie doesn't want more than pitying looks, so right now he's sitting in a back alley trying to finish a cigarette as fast as possible. the smoke's acrid, and stings, but it sets his mind at ease; and maybe it'll kill him before anything else does, which would honestly be the least bloody option.
he's bloody. right now. streaks of it mar his cheeks from when he was sent crashing into the door, from where he neglected to wipe it off in his haste to escape. a young boy crouched over in an alley-- trembling as he is-- surrounded by a cloud of blue-gray smoke, after it all, should be easily missed.