Eddie is walking out of gym class, have barely broken a sweat when he hears, "Do you know what an anteater is?"
He pauses. He crosses his feet and turns on his heels towards the freshie thats been making quite a name for himself in these hallow halls. He raises an eyebrow, "One would assume that it's a creature that eats ants."
"Obviously," Steve rolls his eyes. "Do you like, know what they look like?"
"Like a big creature that eats ants."
Steve makes a face and Eddie grins. He's being purposely obtuse but he's pretty sure he's about to be insults so.
"Sometimes when they're threatened, they stand up on their back legs like, you know? With their arms out like," Steve pauses to hold his arms out like, "Jesus, you know?"
He must realize that he looks a little ridiculous because he drops his arms and clears his throat, "Anyways, I saw you run- I mean, walk the mile and like. That's what you look like. You run, or well. You walk like a defensive anteater. It's bad form."
He adds, "Is that how you actually run?"
"I was doing a bit."
"By being an anteater?"
"By being a zombie!" He exclaims. "I was obviously doing a bit where I was a zombie hungry for brains in a class full of no-brain jocks."
"Oh..." Steve makes a face. "Like, no one got that, man. That's weird."
"Would it have been oh so normal if I stood there like an attack anteater? Let me know, Oh Great Decider of Cool. Please let me know."
"I’m not - I’m - well, yeah. Anteaters are awesome. Obviously, we all know that," He says. "I’m just saying that your form sucks and you should fix it. You don't have to be a total freak about it."
"You started this conversation with me, Hair."
"Harrington."
"I don't care."
Steve pressed his lips together and then rolls his eyes, "Whatever, Mundy."
"It's Munson."
"Oh?" Steve says as he walks down the hall. "I don't care."
