Where did Tybalt even come from? Who knows. He materializes from behind maybe a bush? Or just out of the shadows, where he was dobutlessly born in the first place. Just in time to bother Eddy, who is crowning a large minion with a space helmet. This dance is wild. The scene is so bizarre that he lets out a short burst of laughter, giving away his position.
He covers for it, literally, placing a hand in front of his mouth, and instead leaning up against a nearby wall. "Your date's cute." He comments, off-hand for all intents and purposes.
Eddy turns sharply at the sound of laughter and he's honestly not sure if it's more or less embarrassing that it's Tybalt who's suddenly slunk out of the darkness and caught him in the act of minion contemplation. His brows furrow together as every attempt at a snappy reply just ends in radio static. After a few false starts, he goes with "Uh, thanks."
His attempts to mirror Tybalt's casual coolness find him leaning an elbow on the minion, which was never meant to support his weight and they both go tumbling to one side. Keeper reflexes manage to save the minion from smashing against the ground, but it's an altogether graceless display, quiet expletives accompanying the helmet flying off the minion and rolling its way over to Tybalt.
Both upright again, but at what cost, he haltingly asks, "Where's yours?"
He does have the courtesy to stop laughing during the incredibly amusing dance of Eddy trying to lean, then falling. His eyes, when Eddy does look up, probably seem like he's going to start again any minute. But that's not very nice. He puts out one foot and, with a gravitas befitting any explorer or astronaut, stops the helmet with it, standing like a statue for exactly one second. "I don't have one!" He continues on, like nothing has happened at all, "Not all of us can snag minions, Jesus."
It's some combination of Tybalt sparing him the laughter that his total lack of suaveness deserves, paired with his absurd feigned jealousy over the minion, that brings something of a smile to Eddy's face. Or maybe it's just that ridiculous brave new world pose. Eddy's mouth doesn't twitch much, but it's there in his eyes. "Saying you don't have what it takes," he asks, playing along better now that the initial wave of panic has passed. There's just a touch of soft smugness to his tone, enough to poke lightly at Tybalt's ego. Though he's still very much keeping his hands and his leaning to himself because there is absolutely no need for a repeat of that.
Those words, said in earnest, have prompted many a shoving match or bloody nose. He doesn't go for any of that, today, because getting Eddy to tease back feels like an accomplishment all its own. He beams, but forces his face down into something abashed. It's not something it ever sees organically, so it probably just looks like more of the same, smug nature. "Don't let it get around or anything." He sighs, "But guess not. Not like you."
Eddy snorts, and there's little question from his expression that he thinks Tybalt is full of shit. A few steps closes the distance between them and he places the toe of his boot against the helmet as well. He'll have to retrieve that at some point. For now, thankfully, it doesn't unexpectedly budge under his weight. "Guess I could keep your secret." In his head he imagines this all being said with a bit of a swaggering smirk, like Tybalt would, but in reality he stumbles over the words, glancing down at their feet. From this distance, maybe, it's possible to note that dark astronaut also appears to involve fangs. For some reason. That has nothing to do with the boy in front of him. "Or give you pointers."
Eddy has exactly zero pointers on how to woo anyone, be it minion or human, so this is a deeply stupid thing to say, but apparently that's what he's going with.
Although he has the eagle eyes to spot a snitch across the field, Tybalt hadn't noticed the fangs until he comes closer. And then, predictably, he's delighted. Eddy doesn't need to say anything with a swagger, Tybalt has the smirk covered. There's so many choices now. Many of them interesting.
Right now, he squints, and dips his head so it's right under Eddy's, looking up. "Pointers." He says, this time not bothering to sound anything less than delighted, "Which is what vampires call them."
In Tybalt's defense, it's dark out. And there's absolutely no reason to be expecting this classmate/ex-teammate/?friend?/??non??-human disaster to actually have fangs.
Eddy's momentarily clueless to what he did to trigger such mirth and when Tybalt goes low, Eddy instinctively tilts his chin high, looking down at him past his nose. The reason for Tybalt's sudden delight becomes clear shortly. It hadn't been an intentional play on words, but then it never is. He presses his tongue against one of the (very fake) fangs self-consciously, then covers his mouth with his hand, turning his head away.
Eddy gets a lot of 'dark and mysterious' mileage out of just being deeply awkward. Highly debatable if that's working for him tonight. A drawn out pause as he stumbles for a response makes his next words unintentionally dramatic. "..Guess we both have secrets."
But Eddy does have some mystery to him. It's not in spite of his being shy, but rather because of it. He's bashful, awkward, certainly, but he pushes through that to say things like...well that. And he remembered to wear fangs. There's enough to be curious about that Tybalt pushes forward.
Literally, because he makes a soft, protesting noise and reaches out to take Eddy's hand and move it away from his face. "You said I could check." Is his rather childish excuse.
He had said that. And he had worn fangs. And it all feels very brazen now that Tybalt is right there pulling his hand away and not just giving him a punch of comradery in the shoulder.
What the hell was he thinking.
He momentarily considers opening his mouth wide and saying 'ahh' so Tybalt can perform his inspection, and his mouth does hang open dumbly for a few seconds as he very visually short circuits. The fangs are exposed, but that isn't what he'd meant when he'd said those things to try to impress a boy he thought was cute, and he's pretty sure that isn't what Tybalt means either.
Shit. Shit. Shitshitshit. For all his thinking, he hadn't thought things through this far.
Something about their feet must be very interesting because Eddy glances down at them again. He doesn't pull away though. Instead, "gonna make the minion jealous," he warns in an awkwardly earnest tone as he looks up at Tybalt again. Just really nailing this whole thing.
He's patient. He tilts his head far enough to know there really are fangs (plastic fangs,) but he doesn't back off, either. He waits, his little smile patient, if mischievous. He doesn't, for all his games, really want to scare Eddy away. That wouldn't be the point of this at all. It's a very gentle balance right now.
And what Tybalt does with gentle balances is either dance along the razor's edge or fall directly on to it, nothing in between. He's not sure which he's doing, when he closes too much of the space between himself and Eddy, ostensibly so he can reach to whisper into his ear. One eye surveys the minion, his now-rival. "You know. If we go into the pod. He won't be able to find us."
For all his nerves, this particular assurance does make Eddy snort softly. The last time he was this close to a boy was a rather disasterous round of Spin The Bottle during eighth grade. Not for lack of wanting. Just, Eddy was cursed with always thinking too much. Even now, with Tybalt right in his ear, thoughts and self-doubts whirl themselves into a cacophany where no single strand can easily be pulled out.
"True," he agrees, unmoving. Wyatt had said once that if Eddy spent so much time thinking instead of kissing, he wasn't doing it right. That seemed true too. But— But—
"Like your shirt," he says suddenly, apropos of nothing at all, and yet it's the one thought he can settle on, fingers twisting up the familiar and beloved NASA logo as he presses his lips with abrupt uncertainty against Tybalt's.
And embarrassingly, of course, the first thing Tybalt thinks about is how Lydia had told him he looked terrible. Who's wrong now. He'll rub it in later. Anyway. It's a good thing that his mouth is otherwise occupied, or there would be an incredibly unattractive victory smirk crossing his entire face right now. As it is, he lets his arms loop around Eddy's neck, hopefully leaving no doubt.
His tongue is delightfully poked by a fake fang, and he smiles into the kiss. "Vampire." He mumbles, victorious.
There are bolts of anxiety moving through Eddy at any given moment, but at least now they have a focus. On preserving this connection for as long as possible. This isn't like Quidditch though, where Eddy's done it all so many times that instincts automatically take over and he knows exactly how to move his body or where his hands ought to go. The goal of keeping Tybalt close is simple enough though, and the hand not already occupied with stretching out the front of Tybalt's shirt fumbles its way to his waist, drawing him closer.
The cacophony is still there, but it eases considerably with every reassuring movement Tybalt makes. Do vampires growl? Fuck, apparently they do now, as it's too late to take back the low sound Eddy makes at Tybalt's goading. Fangs were perhaps a dangerous addition to inexperience, but he follows Tybalt's lead as best he can, careful not to do too much damage to the other boy. "Mystery solved." The soft uptick of his voice makes it more question than statement.
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THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
He covers for it, literally, placing a hand in front of his mouth, and instead leaning up against a nearby wall. "Your date's cute." He comments, off-hand for all intents and purposes.
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
His attempts to mirror Tybalt's casual coolness find him leaning an elbow on the minion, which was never meant to support his weight and they both go tumbling to one side. Keeper reflexes manage to save the minion from smashing against the ground, but it's an altogether graceless display, quiet expletives accompanying the helmet flying off the minion and rolling its way over to Tybalt.
Both upright again, but at what cost, he haltingly asks, "Where's yours?"
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
Eddy has exactly zero pointers on how to woo anyone, be it minion or human, so this is a deeply stupid thing to say, but apparently that's what he's going with.
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
Right now, he squints, and dips his head so it's right under Eddy's, looking up. "Pointers." He says, this time not bothering to sound anything less than delighted, "Which is what vampires call them."
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
Eddy's momentarily clueless to what he did to trigger such mirth and when Tybalt goes low, Eddy instinctively tilts his chin high, looking down at him past his nose. The reason for Tybalt's sudden delight becomes clear shortly. It hadn't been an intentional play on words, but then it never is. He presses his tongue against one of the (very fake) fangs self-consciously, then covers his mouth with his hand, turning his head away.
Eddy gets a lot of 'dark and mysterious' mileage out of just being deeply awkward. Highly debatable if that's working for him tonight. A drawn out pause as he stumbles for a response makes his next words unintentionally dramatic. "..Guess we both have secrets."
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
Literally, because he makes a soft, protesting noise and reaches out to take Eddy's hand and move it away from his face. "You said I could check." Is his rather childish excuse.
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
What the hell was he thinking.
He momentarily considers opening his mouth wide and saying 'ahh' so Tybalt can perform his inspection, and his mouth does hang open dumbly for a few seconds as he very visually short circuits. The fangs are exposed, but that isn't what he'd meant when he'd said those things to try to impress a boy he thought was cute, and he's pretty sure that isn't what Tybalt means either.
Shit. Shit. Shitshitshit. For all his thinking, he hadn't thought things through this far.
Something about their feet must be very interesting because Eddy glances down at them again. He doesn't pull away though. Instead, "gonna make the minion jealous," he warns in an awkwardly earnest tone as he looks up at Tybalt again. Just really nailing this whole thing.
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
And what Tybalt does with gentle balances is either dance along the razor's edge or fall directly on to it, nothing in between. He's not sure which he's doing, when he closes too much of the space between himself and Eddy, ostensibly so he can reach to whisper into his ear. One eye surveys the minion, his now-rival. "You know. If we go into the pod. He won't be able to find us."
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
"True," he agrees, unmoving. Wyatt had said once that if Eddy spent so much time thinking instead of kissing, he wasn't doing it right. That seemed true too. But— But—
"Like your shirt," he says suddenly, apropos of nothing at all, and yet it's the one thought he can settle on, fingers twisting up the familiar and beloved NASA logo as he presses his lips with abrupt uncertainty against Tybalt's.
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
His tongue is delightfully poked by a fake fang, and he smiles into the kiss. "Vampire." He mumbles, victorious.
THE PARK: Eddy, Tybalt, and a Minion
The cacophony is still there, but it eases considerably with every reassuring movement Tybalt makes. Do vampires growl? Fuck, apparently they do now, as it's too late to take back the low sound Eddy makes at Tybalt's goading. Fangs were perhaps a dangerous addition to inexperience, but he follows Tybalt's lead as best he can, careful not to do too much damage to the other boy. "Mystery solved." The soft uptick of his voice makes it more question than statement.