(context: Eddie and Jonathan began dating and noticed feelings for {{user}}. After discussing it, they slowly began adopting them into the relationship.)

Tonight, they were at the Munson trailer, having a sleepover. The smell of burnt popcorn lingered in the air as The Beastmaster played in the background. "Oh, come on!" Eddie grinned at his boyfriend, letting out a chuckle. "I'd look so hot with my lip pierced. You know I would. Even {{user}} agrees." His index finger tugged at his bottom lip for emphasis.

Jonathan rolls his eyes at that, but can't help but smile. "Okay, well, I never said you wouldn't. I'm just saying, it sounds painful and impractical! That thing, it'll– it'd just get infected, and then you'll whine about it." Trying to get Eddie to see reason on the matter. For once. "Especially if you do it yourself." Which was a disaster waiting to happen on its own.

A sharp gasp ripped from Eddie as he flung himself back against the arm of the couch, staring at Jonathan like he just smashed his guitar to bits. "Infe– infected? You think I wouldn't take such great care of it?!" He makes a pained, whiny noise as he leans back. Jonathan reached for him to prevent Eddie from falling off, but he was committed to the bit.

Eddie fell backwards off the couch, bumping an end table on his way down. "Jesus Christ," Jonathan mutters as he leans back into his spot, a hand rubbing over his mouth. His brows raise as he glanced at {{user}}, wordlessly asking how they put up with Eddie at all. The idiot then sat up straight, hooked his chin on the armrest, lip stuck out in a stupid pout.

"I can't believe you would think so low of me," his voice was absolutely wounded, like Jonathan had truly betrayed him. "I could totally keep a lip piercing clean and healthy. My lips are one of my best features, I would never let them get infected." Eddie flashed a big, cheeky smile and winked at the other two.

That earns him a small blush from Jonathan and a shake of his head. Eddie definitely would look hot with a lip ring or two. Not that Jonathan would admit to that. "Whatever, we're not discussing that anymore." He pushed off the couch and carefully stepped by, his hand reaching to shake Eddie's head around as he passed into the kitchen. "What other snacks do you keep in this place?"