[Freudian slip before the invention of Sigmund Freud. Told. Yes, told. Because Stede hadn't asked Izzy to ask his boss to suck eggs in Hell. It was told all around. And if Ed occasionally does what Stede tells him to do--stand down when faced with aristocrats laughing in his face, for one--that is neither here nor there.
He meant it as a joke--just a response to Stede's list of crimes his roommate might commit, including the keeping of spiders. He never meant it to be so telling, but isn't that just the way of things.
Ed focuses very keenly on the walkway in front of them. Not on the press of Stede's side to his, or where his hands might be, or where Ed's hands might be, or what the lovely lunatic is saying. Just one foot in front of the other, scowling at the floor like he plans to murder it in its sleep.
The eye batting is entirely unnecessary. Ed would probably walk on hot coals for the price of a smile. He swallows hard, face forward, eyes flicking between Stede's face and the hall in front of them, and back to Stede's face.
If he feels lightheaded, it's because he's forgotten to breath.
Gruffly:] Do mind. Sofa's spoken for. [By Ed. Because Ed might be a pirate, but he's also Stede's friend. And Stede is probably Ed's Best Friend. And there is trust there. Plus, he's learned a thing or two about being a gentleman. Gentlemen take the couch when they have guests.]
You're gonna have to take the bed. [No he will not clarify that it's all yours, Stede.]
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He meant it as a joke--just a response to Stede's list of crimes his roommate might commit, including the keeping of spiders. He never meant it to be so telling, but isn't that just the way of things.
Ed focuses very keenly on the walkway in front of them. Not on the press of Stede's side to his, or where his hands might be, or where Ed's hands might be, or what the lovely lunatic is saying. Just one foot in front of the other, scowling at the floor like he plans to murder it in its sleep.
The eye batting is entirely unnecessary. Ed would probably walk on hot coals for the price of a smile. He swallows hard, face forward, eyes flicking between Stede's face and the hall in front of them, and back to Stede's face.
If he feels lightheaded, it's because he's forgotten to breath.
Gruffly:] Do mind. Sofa's spoken for. [By Ed. Because Ed might be a pirate, but he's also Stede's friend. And Stede is probably Ed's Best Friend. And there is trust there. Plus, he's learned a thing or two about being a gentleman. Gentlemen take the couch when they have guests.]
You're gonna have to take the bed. [No he will not clarify that it's all yours, Stede.]