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[thefreak]

[ Moving to the city was supposed to be the beginning of a new chapter of Eddie's life. He had spent the past ten years being ridiculed by the rest of his school, between his interest in Dungeons & Dragons, his fashion sense, and his familial history. So graduating (a couple years too late, but better late than never) from high school and packing all his things up to move out of the hick town and into the big city should have been a turning point, should have led to much happier experiences.

Instead he's crashing with a friend of the family before his lease on his new studio apartment and before he starts his new job at the record store in town. He tells himself it's just until he can get his demo listened to by some A&R schmuck that'll sign him a deal and get him some radio play, but he's got the funniest of feelings that this is where his dreams go to die, once again.

His decision to go out that night was made impulsively. He should have gone to sleep, really, but he needs to get out of the apartment and get some fresh air before he snaps. He doesn't even have a destination in mind, nor is he really paying much attention to his surroundings. Why should he? The small town he's from was safe, and he's only ever been jumped when he dared to go to the whopping one gay club.

It's easy to understand, then, how he managed to miss the fact that he is very much not alone. It's easy to understand how, if he didn't have seemingly divine intervention at the exact right moment, Eddie Munson might have just been another casualty, another name in the paper, another statistic for the mayor to use for his re-election campaign. ]

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[thefreak]

( for as much as eddie's interest has been monopolized by spider-man, he has to admit that it is at least a little endearing the way he perks right up when eddie agrees. it might even be -- dare he think it -- cute. but he has to focus, because the unpacking process is still very much a work in progress.

and if he has any hope of getting any sleep that night he's going to want to at least make sure he has the essentials squared away.

so once he waves steve off, he gets to work, finishing up the beginning of the process, with moving all the boxes into the apartment, and rearranging them so they are based in the room the contents are meant for. it's an arduous process, especially on his own, and he hasn't even gotten to the difficult part of actually putting things away, but it's nice to feel like he's actually claimed this space for himself.

and who knows, maybe after he wrangles up some furniture, he can con steve into helping him unpack. but first, breakfast. he locks up his apartment and then walks the short distance to steve's apartment, giving a gentle knock to the door. )

Hey-o, it's me. ( he cranes his head forward so that his ear is pointed towards the door and tries to see if he can hear if steve is still in the process of throwing together breakfast. )