[ TOUCH ]: while touching the receiver’s waist, the sender’s hand briefly dips beneath the hem of their shirt, skimming briefly across the bare skin of their waist.
she knows how to corner munson when he's most vulnerable, perhaps a trait picked up from her demogorgon companion, and invades his personal space without much of a warning. but he doesn't care, can't care when his eyes are RED AS FIRE and glazed over. they have a weird friendship where he's sure the gang has wondered if there was more -- shifty eyes and mumbles he couldn't decipher. he CAN'T BLAME THEM , especially if they could see what was transpiring on a far too cramped couch. a brow only arches as she straddles him, purposely settling a little TOO ROUGHLY IN his lap and causing him to let out a hissed groan. " if i had known you were coming over, i'd have saved you some. " eddie says with a lopsided smile slowly forming. this is his usual behavior whenever she's testing her limits, flaying the trust of their friendship. and it's only because he trusts her that he ALLOWS HER HAND to find purchase against his waist, fingertips elicits a shudder from the cold contact. there's something in those big doe eyes of eddie's now, darkening with every passing second that he keeps his hands respectfully still by his side. " CURIOSITY KILLED THE cat, sweetheart. you might not like what you see under here. " a vague gesture to his abdomen, still wrapped in bandages beneath his hellfire shirt. even though the pain is fading each day, the grim reminder remains ETCHED INTO HIS skin.
