❛ oh , so NOW i’m supposed to be nice and make friends ? ❜ from venom, if i might be as bold 👀 @invctus : the good place
Eddie huffs out a short little breath as he walks, the chill in the air nice and bracing. He likes it.
“ Yeah. I mean —— look, buddy, friends aren’t so bad, you know. Even, well, they’re good, sometimes. ” He gives a tight little smile to someone staring he passes on the street —— that kind’ve awkward yeah, yeah, I know, sort’ve whatcha-gonna-do, and he averts eye contact and sidesteps closer to the hanging awnings from the shops overhead where he’s got just a little bit more privacy.
“ People need friends. We’re, y’know, social animals. ” And, y’know, sometimes it’d be nice to have someone who wasn’t an ex to sympathize with in this chaos of his life; he tries to swallow the ache of loneliness far too often, which seems absurd when one’s sharing bodyspace, but it’s a different kind’ve thing. “ What, didn’t you have any alien buddies you had to play nice with before? ”












