Eddy pulls his broom to the side to give his company space. That's a general instinct when anyone approaches suddenly, and not because calamity often trails behind Hawthorne. Not that he doesn't keep an extra eye out for trouble when the boy and his siblings are around.
He'd like to object, but Eddy even studies at parties. Sometimes. No wonder Wyatt calls him a nerd.
The smile he fixes on Hawthorne is a little bemused as he carries on his side of the conversation inside his head. Should probably fix that, he realizes. "Sure. See if you can keep up." And then he's darting off, pressing low against his broom, the various strange contraptions floating around becoming a makeshift obstacle course.
A surprised yelp unbecoming of anyone, let alone someone on a sports team built around people who fly brooms, issues forth from Hawthorne a bit like an air horn when Eddy jets off. At first, he watches, a bit awed, which gives the junior varsity captain a considerable lead, but he remembers that he, too, is supposed to be going and he jets off.
Unfortunately, for Hawthorne, he is a Quackenbush, and a bright blue balloon flies right in his flight path. Through what must be divine providence, the blue balloon pops and the contents — lemon meringue pie — splatter across Hawthorne's face, hair and clothes. Still, he manages to catch up with Eddy, keeping apace at least for the moment. He gestures at the glob of lemon curd on his cheek. "Would you like some?"
How quickly Hawthorne manages to catch up is a pleasant surprise, but then Eddy has to do a double take at his pie covered companion. That didn't take long. He grimaces at the offer and shakes his head. How the kid - Eddy, he's like six months younger than you - manages to stay so upbeat is a mystery to him. Guess there's little choice other than rolling with the punches.
He slows momentarily, having to dodge the wing of an unmanned flying dragon contraption moving past, and resists the urge to reach out and wipe Hawthorne's face clean. Brows furrowed at the mess, he says, "Thought we got you goggles." As if that somehow would have helped anything.
"Hm," Hawthorne grabs the largest gob off his face and tosses it aside, the projectile surely hitting someone flying around behind or beneath the two of them, then he licks his hand. "We did. Maybe I should start bringing my goggles to parties?"
He furrows his brow, though it's hard to tell because his face is 50% meringue, and dips low suddenly to avoid colliding with a helicopter. He swoops back up, shedding lemon, pie crust and cream the whole wile. "I don't know that I'd wear them right off the bat, though. Not fashionable enough."
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THE SKYWAY: Eddy & Hawthorne
He'd like to object, but Eddy even studies at parties. Sometimes. No wonder Wyatt calls him a nerd.
The smile he fixes on Hawthorne is a little bemused as he carries on his side of the conversation inside his head. Should probably fix that, he realizes. "Sure. See if you can keep up." And then he's darting off, pressing low against his broom, the various strange contraptions floating around becoming a makeshift obstacle course.
THE SKYWAY: Eddy & Hawthorne
Unfortunately, for Hawthorne, he is a Quackenbush, and a bright blue balloon flies right in his flight path. Through what must be divine providence, the blue balloon pops and the contents — lemon meringue pie — splatter across Hawthorne's face, hair and clothes. Still, he manages to catch up with Eddy, keeping apace at least for the moment. He gestures at the glob of lemon curd on his cheek. "Would you like some?"
THE SKYWAY: Eddy & Hawthorne
He slows momentarily, having to dodge the wing of an unmanned flying dragon contraption moving past, and resists the urge to reach out and wipe Hawthorne's face clean. Brows furrowed at the mess, he says, "Thought we got you goggles." As if that somehow would have helped anything.
THE SKYWAY: Eddy & Hawthorne
He furrows his brow, though it's hard to tell because his face is 50% meringue, and dips low suddenly to avoid colliding with a helicopter. He swoops back up, shedding lemon, pie crust and cream the whole wile. "I don't know that I'd wear them right off the bat, though. Not fashionable enough."