#eddydeleon

( @hcrdloves​ ) Solomon had never seen so many fucking lemons in his life. Literally. The table. Every inch. Covered in fucking lemons. One lemon, two lemon, three lemon, four. Five lemon, six lemon, seven lemon, more. Fucking. Lemon. Lemon. “Are you ready for this?” he turned to Eddy with a grin. It was lemony. Just like the lemons.

( @hcrdloves ) Grace rapped her fingers on the desk while Eddy sat at a computer, her fidget unusual and uncontainable. Likewise her gaze darted anxiously over their surroundings, scanning the unfamiliar setting. She’d rarely visited his house, let alone this casual sitting space, so at least her roving eyes could take her mind off Bear.

( @hcrdloves​ ) Solomon’s head bobbed over the crowd in panic, but no matter how far he searched, he couldn’t see that tiny mop of curls anywhere. The longer the clock ticked on, the higher his anxiety spiked, and he was tied to the flagpole as the marker until Eddy arrived. Honestly, though, maybe he should just leave. Avoid the confrontation. He was not looking forward to telling Eddy why he had to call him here.

( @hcrdloves ) Grace drummed her fingers on the table, a bit uncharacteristically, as she waited for Eddy at Old York. Lunch wasn’t exactly their usual meeting, but their late night encounters were probably behind at this point. When she saw Eddy enter the pub, she raised a hand to lure his attention to the table.

( @hcrdloves ) “Eddy, hey,” Grace greeted him with a little too much excitement in her voice as she tried to overcompensate for the awkwardness. She held her hand over her mouth as she quickly chewed her corndog, swallowing so she could add, “Uh, are you enjoying the festival?”

( @hcrdloves​ ) Grace had managed to avoid Eddy’s daughter until today. On a brief walk around the neighborhood to get Bear’s relentless energy out of his tiny, annoying system, she ran into the father-daughter pair enjoying the snowfall. Even after she tucked a chilly Bear back into their home, Grace found herself helping them build a snowman. “Hmm, we need something for the eyes,” Grace said, her voice just forced enough to sound uncomfortable, exposing the fact that she hadn’t talked to a child under five since she turned six.

grace 📩 eddy, 11:15pm: i picked up a bottle of wine at the store today, and i might give it a try if you want to join me when you get off work!