bustin makes me feel good B) - @ghostzier
he’s distracted with trying to make sure the fucking emf meter was actually packed -- because he’d been distracted while packing, where the fuck had he put it?! -- when he hears the words. takes a moment to process them and pauses, hands gripped a bit too tightly around the top of his bag. “richie,” he starts, because he’s irritable and nothing has been going right the entire day. he can almost feel the lense of the camera pointed at the back of his head and eddie is about two seconds away from yelling that he’s going the fuck home. someone else can try and not fucking find ghosts with richie is he’s going to be like this. “if you’re going to start making jokes about jerking off, i’m going to fucking murder----” anything more he intended to say is cut off as the music starts. it’s too familiar. eddie’s stomach drops.
the footage he watches in playback is beyond shaky. with eddie gritting out a “you’ll be the ghost we find tonight, you dick!” and richie’s cackle of a laugh cutting in loud followed by a plea of “it’s a joke, eds, c’mon!” as he ducks eddie throwing a battery pack at him.
