Kind of like when bullies call you names, huh. (If Eddie had a dime for every time he'd been called a girlyboy, sissy, or queer, he'd be filthy rich. He scratches at his cheek, feeling only slightly uncomfortable.
There's something irritating him too. Something that he desperately wants to remember but just can't then. Don't call me that! Except it hadn't been a bullying thing - it'd been...What had it been?)
I think I know what you mean. I guess that was a pretty dumb question.
(Hardly. He just had to apply umbrella-kid logic and suddenly it made perfect sense.)
I think so. My real name's Edward but I go by Eddie- so. Yeah. That makes sense.
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(His voice is soft, carrying out his thoughts.)
Kind of like when bullies call you names, huh. (If Eddie had a dime for every time he'd been called a girlyboy, sissy, or queer, he'd be filthy rich. He scratches at his cheek, feeling only slightly uncomfortable.
There's something irritating him too. Something that he desperately wants to remember but just can't then. Don't call me that! Except it hadn't been a bullying thing - it'd been...What had it been?)
I think I know what you mean. I guess that was a pretty dumb question.
(Hardly. He just had to apply umbrella-kid logic and suddenly it made perfect sense.)
I think so. My real name's Edward but I go by Eddie- so. Yeah. That makes sense.