It's better treatment than Eddy gets from his own familiar, and he rubs the side of his finger against Frankie's cheek before grabbing his own pair of communal skates.
"Wouldn't trust anyone else to oversee it," he quietly agrees as he takes the seat next to her and begins working the laces of the skates. As a good Southern boy whose athletic pursuits all occur astride a broom, this is sure to be a disaster. But he's game for this if Chanel is.
He follows Chanel's gaze, lingering a moment when he spots the two. So much for casual. When he turns his attention back to her, there's an impish glint in his eyes. "Don't think they'll need a chaperone, do you?" Truth be told, he'd be curious too if Wyatt ever went on a serious date, but he can still take enjoyment in some light teasing.
Edited (very slowly makes you another offering of words ;n;) 2020-01-25 01:04 (UTC)
Chanel elbows him in the arm, on her no-Frankie side. A little hard, which he doesn't actually deserve. But he's just called her out. Which is annoying. Mostly because he's right.
"Of course they don't. And hardly looking at all." She protests, but it's a few more moments before she stops peeping and goes to tie her laces. "It's just...strange, you know? Their first real date. I want it to go well." Of course, she has absolutely no control over that, but just try to tell her that.
But he kind of does deserve it. Because that jab in the side is exactly why he mentioned it. Well, maybe not the jab specifically, but he could have pretended he had no idea why they were keeping tabs on Armani and Laszlo. If he'd wanted to be a kinder, more supportive friend.
Instead he winces and clutches at his side dramatically, offering her a look of Shock and Confusion which doesn't last long before morphing into a twitchy look of amusement. "I'll let you know if I catch either one of them touching a tree," he promises and bumps her shoulder back companionably.
When he gives the question serious consideration, he lifts a shoulder and drops it. "Not that strange? Thought the last one was real. They've always.. made sense?" he says, eloquent as ever in explaining his thoughts, as he tightens the laces of his skates. He studies her face a moment, looking for any anxious signs she normally keeps hidden. "Nothing to worry about," he insists quietly, and then stands, offering her his hand. "Sure Laszlo knows what'll happen if he breaks his heart."
Of course they've always made sense. And she's always known they did. But now, when the dynamic has switched so officially. Well.It's harder than she thought it'd be to find footing. Because it's not just a date, it's a change. It means that instead of her being able to spend time with the two of them, she'd be a third wheel officially and forever. It's the most selfish thing in the world, and it's childish. So she swallows the thought, to that strange and repugnant void where all unwanted emotions go. She finishes the last knot on her laces, so tight it's liable to break,and flashes up a grim smile.
"Oh. Darling. He has absolutely no idea."
She's satisfied in at least that. No one has seen the extent of her true wrath. And they probably won't. But it's a good card to hold. She takes his hand in the meantime, giving it a grateful squeeze. "And anyway, if we all die on the ice today, there's nothing to worry about."
She stands and tries to push off on to the ice, almost certainly pulling Eddy to his peril. This is what happens when you stick around her.
There's little chance to process it all before Eddy's blades are cutting deep into the ice as he stumbles forward on his toes. A wall would be good to grab onto, but for now he relies on Chanel's ballet training to help preserve their balance, not letting her hand go as he teeters and gets his footing on the ice.
"Just come back a ghost," Eddy points out, "Too stubborn not to."
More talented skaters zip by - Malstrom sorts, by the look of it. He curses under his breath at them, wobbles making it clear he's in no position to be starting shit with them today. Besides, they're on an important mission.
(Yes, peril is almost certainly guaranteed. But that's nothing new with Chanel, and Eddy's exactly where he wants to be.)
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
"Wouldn't trust anyone else to oversee it," he quietly agrees as he takes the seat next to her and begins working the laces of the skates. As a good Southern boy whose athletic pursuits all occur astride a broom, this is sure to be a disaster. But he's game for this if Chanel is.
He follows Chanel's gaze, lingering a moment when he spots the two. So much for casual. When he turns his attention back to her, there's an impish glint in his eyes. "Don't think they'll need a chaperone, do you?" Truth be told, he'd be curious too if Wyatt ever went on a serious date, but he can still take enjoyment in some light teasing.
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
"Of course they don't. And hardly looking at all." She protests, but it's a few more moments before she stops peeping and goes to tie her laces. "It's just...strange, you know? Their first real date. I want it to go well." Of course, she has absolutely no control over that, but just try to tell her that.
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
Instead he winces and clutches at his side dramatically, offering her a look of Shock and Confusion which doesn't last long before morphing into a twitchy look of amusement. "I'll let you know if I catch either one of them touching a tree," he promises and bumps her shoulder back companionably.
When he gives the question serious consideration, he lifts a shoulder and drops it. "Not that strange? Thought the last one was real. They've always.. made sense?" he says, eloquent as ever in explaining his thoughts, as he tightens the laces of his skates. He studies her face a moment, looking for any anxious signs she normally keeps hidden. "Nothing to worry about," he insists quietly, and then stands, offering her his hand. "Sure Laszlo knows what'll happen if he breaks his heart."
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
"Oh. Darling. He has absolutely no idea."
She's satisfied in at least that. No one has seen the extent of her true wrath. And they probably won't. But it's a good card to hold. She takes his hand in the meantime, giving it a grateful squeeze. "And anyway, if we all die on the ice today, there's nothing to worry about."
She stands and tries to push off on to the ice, almost certainly pulling Eddy to his peril. This is what happens when you stick around her.
RIVERFRONT: Chanel & Eddy & Frankie the Birdie
"Just come back a ghost," Eddy points out, "Too stubborn not to."
More talented skaters zip by - Malstrom sorts, by the look of it. He curses under his breath at them, wobbles making it clear he's in no position to be starting shit with them today. Besides, they're on an important mission.
(Yes, peril is almost certainly guaranteed. But that's nothing new with Chanel, and Eddy's exactly where he wants to be.)