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      unmasked. o yea. i gotta be active on a blog to run it.........anyway im gonna go work on the remaster some more

unmasked. gang this has some eddie vibes enjoy it with me

      eddie grumbles, getting up out of his seat and proceeding to wander aimlessly around his apartment. he has no idea where the damn thing is. he looks in every room he thinks something like that could POSSIBLY be.      after a good few minutes of the phone being cluttered by sounds of him rummaging through his penthouse, he finally finds something somewhat matching that description.                  “ jesus christ, is this it? let me...send you a picture or something. ”

              “ well where the HELL is the damn thing, matty? ”    his tone is getting less friendly and more frustrated at the prospect of having to hunt down an odd little internet box. couldn’t the kid just come fix it?

       router. he remembers that from the last time matt was here, but he’ll be damned if he knows where the hell the damn thing is. or what it looks like. the kid’s the one that put it in after all. told him some shit about needing a new one early on. and then he thinks about it. isn’t that for the whole building?                 “ ain’t that gonna turn it off for everybody UNDER me? ”

    he pauses. and then looks around the room in confusion. the COMPUTER? turn the computer on and off? he’d tried that the last time it went out, and it didn’t help at all. what is he supposed to turn on and off?                                                        “ ...turn what off and back on again? ”

     “ damn internet’s back out again. ”   it’s the THIRD time this month, and every time it gets more frustrating. he refreshes the page on the laptop in front of him one more time to no avail. matt’s been out every time,                                        and it’s about time he just fixes it.

       it’s late. he KNOWS that. but he’s exhausted all of his options. frankly, he’s sick of looking this situation over and over, so he decides even at the time of night it is, he’ll have to bring in some expertise. the phone rings a little longer than usual, but it does get picked up.     “ hey kid, you still awake? could use your help asap. ”

       a soft chuckle escapes his lips as he looks down to meet the eyes of the woman beside him. he clearly stands up a little straighter at the note of his size. it’s a point of PRIDE for him to tower over the people around him, and pointing it out only makes it moreso.          “ you’re too kind. ”                eddie swirls the drink in his hand. he looks around for just a moment                    before back down at her.       “ what’s a lady like you doing out here all by yourself? ” he’s hoping she’s by herself, anyway. it’d certainly make his tactics a lot easier to pull off if he has no competition to work against here.

      unmasked. back to the old grind folks! still gonna be workin at a snails pace lmfao. oh btw if any of y’all are interested in my discord feel free to dm me for it <3 also im gonna do a few replies then probably keep truckin on the remaster bc i aint even done with the story yet gang rip

     he doesn’t look up still, just gestures forward towards the small stack of books laying nearby. his eyes only flick up momentarily to get a glimpse of who’s talking to him. ah, it’s that...odd one. whatever. they’re no big threat to him. not that he’d start anything on this ship with the THIN ice he’s already skating on.       eddie goes back to flipping through his book, eyes locked to the pages.

      unmasked. anyway i just spent like an hour making ooc icons ft various cursed images of po from kfp so look forward to that

     he lets out a chuckle, leaning back farther in the chair he’s already taking up so much of. one leg is lifted and laid horizontally across the other knee with one arm resting on his thigh. there’s always been something funny to him about watching the kid flounder at every little thing he says.          “ ain’t you ever heard of quality over quantity, kid? what’s your rush? ”     his thumb fiddles with one of the gold rings decorating his large fingers.           “ sure, those bastards countered LOREN,                      but who’s problem is that really? i say we’re all better off.                               especially with yours truly behind the wheel. ”

      the saints seem to have a lot of GALL approaching him so openly. it fires him up more, honestly, that they think whoever gets sent out won’t be on the opposite side of a fist. or a gun. he growls at the next one to be so bold.            “ you look lost, little girl.                   why don’t you run back to your friends while i’ll let you. ”

      he appears to be in somewhat of a tizzy upon entering the simulation, it still isn’t something he’s used to ( or understands, for that matter ) but he’s shaken it off after grabbing at his shirt to root him back into reality. he’s stuck with that friend of matt’s. and he’ll take it, it’s not like there’s anyone else on the ship that probably won’t LEAVE him down there. it’s happened before.              “ shocked you brought me. ” he says.                    “ what the hell are we doing? ”

     “ so, what? ”   he approaches slowly, LOOMING over the other and glaring down.   he scoffs softly.             “ you think i’m supposed to be scared’a you?                      and your handful of useless SHITHEADS? ”