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"No. Wait. Come back here. There is NO ask game! Imma turn off anon, and — and they're gone."

"Who are you yelling at, Eddie?"

"Hmm? Oh. The anon emoji ghost. I've broken the forth wall. Trying to keep the Inspector from freaking out."

Steve rolls his eyes.

"Well. Noble or whatever. But we're gonna be late."

Eddie glances at the wall behind my head, annoyed that I've taken all of his 'watch Steve primp his hair' time. But he smiles at Steve.

"Oh shit. You're right. Can I wear this?"

Steve doesn't look amused. "Your robe?" he deadpans.

"It's obviously my Obi-Wan costume, Steven."

Steve folds his arms, stares Eddie down. It's impressive. Not many can Hold Munson's gaze that long while being smirked at.

"Can I wear my Ewok costume?" he asks finally.

Eddie's eyes cut nervously to me and he mutters, "....No. That's for the bedroom. You know that."

"Well. You have your answer then, don't you, sweetheart," Steve says, turning away and grabbing his keys.

"But fireworks are for nerds! I want to dress like a nerd—and, he's gone, too. Do you see what I have to put up with, Inspector? We're going to fireworks. Fireworks. I hate loud noises. What? No. What does metal have to do with anything?"