[ The retort was enough to get Richie to laugh, too impressed and taken aback but the familiarity of it to do anything else. It's that same familiarity that colors the rest of their trip, eating drive-thru, jamming out to songs, witnessing yelling matches (or partaking in them along with Eddie), and trying not to listen in on those calls to his wife, Marsha.
He doesn't mind Eddie staying in his room. They end up sharing the bed a few more times along the way and each time it gets easier, more... natural. Other times they have separate beds or separate rooms entirely. Each time, they try to find the same shows to watch or Rich manages to find some trashy 80s movie that he says "tickles his pickle" just to be a shit.
It's only when they enter California that he really starts to feel nervous about things. It's only when the ocean air really hits them and his Starship favorites come up on the playlist again that he relaxes. It'll be fine. Eddie's never been on this side of the country before (that he knows of). It's a brave new world and shit.
Granted the L.A. traffic earns the reaction he had anticipated but the sunset isn't bad by the time they get to his building. A higher-end one compared to the one-bedroom one he started out in. The building more New York-like in it's structure, as were the apartments inside but the neighborhood around it was busy and noisy. At least during the days. Nights kinda were too but it was still better than a few of the other places he's lived. ]
Here it is. Home sweet home.
[ He leads Eddie through the lobby and they get the elevator to themselves on the way up, fifth floor. The hallways are wide and long, carpeted floors with white and burgundy coloring along the walls. His is on the corner of the building, rounded and giving a pretty good view of the streets and intersection as well as the skyline depending on which room you're in. He goes in first, hitting the lights and tossing his bags down as gracelessly as ever. He holds his arms out for Eddie to take a look at all before closing the door behind them.
Due to where it is on the building, the foyer is an open and rounded space, the different rooms all branching off into different directions like a maze. Richie points at each of them, going clockwise from the door: ]
That's the laundry nook. That's the guest room - I've been using it for a game room but it's yours now. Um, bathroom, my room, living room, kitchen.
[ The ceiling is high up and the noise outside doesn't register as loud. The foyer has some discarded shoes and a table with junk mail piled onto it but nothing overtly offensive. ]
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He doesn't mind Eddie staying in his room. They end up sharing the bed a few more times along the way and each time it gets easier, more... natural. Other times they have separate beds or separate rooms entirely. Each time, they try to find the same shows to watch or Rich manages to find some trashy 80s movie that he says "tickles his pickle" just to be a shit.
It's only when they enter California that he really starts to feel nervous about things. It's only when the ocean air really hits them and his Starship favorites come up on the playlist again that he relaxes. It'll be fine. Eddie's never been on this side of the country before (that he knows of). It's a brave new world and shit.
Granted the L.A. traffic earns the reaction he had anticipated but the sunset isn't bad by the time they get to his building. A higher-end one compared to the one-bedroom one he started out in. The building more New York-like in it's structure, as were the apartments inside but the neighborhood around it was busy and noisy. At least during the days. Nights kinda were too but it was still better than a few of the other places he's lived. ]
Here it is. Home sweet home.
[ He leads Eddie through the lobby and they get the elevator to themselves on the way up, fifth floor. The hallways are wide and long, carpeted floors with white and burgundy coloring along the walls. His is on the corner of the building, rounded and giving a pretty good view of the streets and intersection as well as the skyline depending on which room you're in. He goes in first, hitting the lights and tossing his bags down as gracelessly as ever. He holds his arms out for Eddie to take a look at all before closing the door behind them.
Due to where it is on the building, the foyer is an open and rounded space, the different rooms all branching off into different directions like a maze. Richie points at each of them, going clockwise from the door: ]
That's the laundry nook. That's the guest room - I've been using it for a game room but it's yours now. Um, bathroom, my room, living room, kitchen.
[ The ceiling is high up and the noise outside doesn't register as loud. The foyer has some discarded shoes and a table with junk mail piled onto it but nothing overtly offensive. ]
Whadya think?