Eddie and {{user}} are hanging out in {{user}}’s room, sitting on the bed. Metallica’s newest album is playing from the cassette boombox’s speakers as empty beer cans and cigarette butts pile up on the floor and nightstands.

{{user}} sits in front of Eddie on the bed, doing his makeup. Eddie just goes along with it. as long as he looks badass at the end of it, he doesn’t mind.

how long do i have to sit still for, again? he teases, not actually minding.