@riptozier continued from here.
"Never call me that fucking nickname ever again." He deadpanned, the hand stopping its movement, if only for a moment, so caramel-colored eyes could stare sternly at the comedian. "It's even worse than you calling me Spaghetti, and that's a shit nickname too." Even though deep down, something he would never admit, was just how much he liked it. Sugar, however? No, that was fucking weird.
He rolled his eyes, dramatically scoffing before pulling his hand off the other's leg, holding his hands in front of him like he had been caught by the police at a robbery. "I'd like to point out I was nowhere near any no-no areas." Another exaggerated eyeroll, but only because knowing Richie, he assumed he knew exactly what spot the older was talking about. To be even more dramatic, he shoved his hands underneath his own thighs, sitting on them and forcing his eyes back to the television that he had been watching while Richie had been messing around with his own shit.
"It's just a nervous tick." Eddie had always been one to talk with his hands and gesticulate, so he figured that would make sense to Richie. Eddie Kaspbrak was a man created with an unhealthy dose of anxiety, and he found touching someone else slightly grounding. "I won't do it again, sorry."
