#punkavior.

@punkavior , “don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.” Neither does Eddie, but in his own eyes, that’s a compliment.

Daniel pauses midway through a mouthful of lunch and eyes Munson thoughtfully. There's a moment of deep, existential self-reflection before he gives a solemn nod. "...So I've been told."

But rarely by someone who wears it like a badge of honor, and rarer yet not-unkindly. He's heard plenty about Eddie Munson, though never enough to piece a whole logical picture together, so he doesn't quite know what this is, but he makes room for it to sit next to him on the cafeteria bench. People hovering make him nervous. And draw attention.

He rakes his eyes over the few onlookers and turns to raise his brows at the other man expectantly. "Well ? Would you say those are for you or me?"