(It was impressive, Eddie had discovered, where pretty things could exist. He rests his elbow against his knee, resting his chin into his free hand to just watch this boy. Point in case. He watches him pluck the petal, and his eyes roll up, as if he would actually be able to see the petal.
Well then.
Retaliation was a must, basically. Eddie shifts around on the ground. It isn't completely silent, but he's not too worried. It's not loud either. He lets go of Will's hand just so he could reach up and carefully, quietly break off one of the flowers. Then he tips that flower forward towards the boy. Have a flower, gentle, lovely friend.
He half wants to get his device out to ask for the boy's name, but he doesn't want to ruin this by getting out a clunky object between them. He might not be an old man just yet, but some part of his fifties' heart wasn't too fond of communication through technology. Especially not with said person sitting right there.)
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Well then.
Retaliation was a must, basically. Eddie shifts around on the ground. It isn't completely silent, but he's not too worried. It's not loud either. He lets go of Will's hand just so he could reach up and carefully, quietly break off one of the flowers. Then he tips that flower forward towards the boy. Have a flower, gentle, lovely friend.
He half wants to get his device out to ask for the boy's name, but he doesn't want to ruin this by getting out a clunky object between them. He might not be an old man just yet, but some part of his fifties' heart wasn't too fond of communication through technology. Especially not with said person sitting right there.)