clussy: Ιͺᴄᴏɴ ʙʏ Ιͺᴄᴏɴsκœ°α΄Κ€Κ™Ιͺα΄›α΄„Κœα΄‡s (α΄›α΄œα΄Κ™ΚŸΚ€) (πš’πšœπŸΈπš 𝚒𝚘𝚞 πšœπš‘πš’πš πš‘πš˜πš•πšŽ)
eddie kaspbrak ([personal profile] clussy) wrote in [community profile] quietplacelogs 2018-02-26 03:04 am (UTC)

as long as hes good too.

(Strength only meant so much if you weren't good. That's how Eddie thought about it in any case. Children often had very simple ideologies and Eddie was hardly any different.

Eddie smiles a little, already on his feet, gesturing for Teddy to come with him. He doesn't take out his device again just yet. Instead, he walks onward to House 11 and opens up the front door for the both of them. He moves on into the kitchen where he fetches a mixing bowl of water and sets it down onto the ground. It felt a little funny making Teddy eat or drink off the floor, but Eddie supposed it couldn't be helped.)


I can try and think of something so you can come into our place whenever you need water and we can keep a bowl filled for you.

other kids live in this house. i dont know if you've met them though.

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