a little cute, a little crazy

...do i? @pigwithpersonality​ what say you.

It’s the look. That fucking look. If Richie could bottle it up, he would. Take it out whenever he was depressed. Wearing it as a fucking winter coat. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed this antagonism throughout the years, until it was staring him in the face. “It’s right there.” Richie reaches up, pinches a place on Eddie’s chin. Little Hypochondriac Eddie has stubble now. Poking the bear is easier than admitting Richie has feelings. “You’re a fucking trainwreck, dude. Is that what happens when Myra sits on your face?”

“I don’t know.” Richie’s nose scrunches. He feigns disgust. The ruse is barely concealed, but he’s content knowing that the words will be like an 80s song on the radio, stuck in Eddie’s head. “Looks infected to me.” || @pigwithpersonality

Poe is fuming. He thinks he’s covering it pretty well, providing. Sure, his jaw is set and his arms are crossed tight, and he’s sweating a little, but he’s not losing his shit. He’s not ranting, he’s not raving. Poe doesn’t rave. Calm and composure are just part of the job, but he’s honestly never wanted to blow anything up more than he wants to blow up Ori now. “Did you ask BB-8 if she wanted a sealant?” Poe is aware that droids can’t have feelings, but BB-8 is different, and she’s gurgling a little nervously.

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