*•.¸Ezochi

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ᴠᴇɪɴꜱ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴘᴏɪꜱᴏɴ, ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴄʜᴀɪɴꜱ

Eddie huffs through his nose, eyes flicking away, long enough to sell the nonchalance—as if the faint heat in his cheeks isn’t there. He reaches out anyway, fingers gently adjusting the ice pack. “Hey—hey, focus,” he says. “Swelling first, compliments later, Casanova.”

He reaches out, stops himself, then points at the ice pack instead. “Keep that there.” His tone softens, a grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.  “For the record? Maybe, stick to chapstick? Would recommend.”

“…Okay, see, this is where I feel like I missed something” He squints, crouching to peer at the ice pack. “You paid money. Actual, real, hard-earned money. To make your lips feel like they’re being stung by a nest of pissed-off bees?”

“Whoa, okay… that’s brutal.” He pulls out a small bag of ice, holding it out to her. “Here—this should help.” He chuckles softly, leaning back a bit.

even if no one understands me ... i'll keep going on the path i choose. maybe it will incinerate me to dust ... but if i don't do it, no one can.

Right now, I'm in a state of mind I wanna be in like all the time Ain't got no tears left to cry So I'm pickin' it up

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐑𝐃 ...