[Sarcastic as he was being they had a natural ebb and flow that hadn't left since childhood. Being a smartass, was their love language, and he could always count on Eddie to be quick on the uptake and continue the banter when no one else would.]
Well. Anaphylaxis isn't the choking hazard here and that's the good news.
The bad news is that you've always been unreasonable but now you've just weaponized it into a marketable skill set. I work at a fuckin' arcade. I don't think there are very many positions like what you're used to in this city.
( sounds like something a person without friends would say. )
I'm pretty sure this city is full of risks. Have you been outside? It's a literal nightmare. I would literally bet my hat there's people being sued right now wishing they had someone who's job it was to assess liabilities before it gets to that stage.
Yeah, but this whole society runs on someone getting fucked. Figuratively and literally.
[Richie lets the friends comment roll on by because it was true, at least in this situation. They did have friends but he couldn't remember the last true friendship he'd had before getting back to Derry.]
So maybe somewhere someone is looking for a guy like you. [He was. Right here. Right now.] But risk analysts just won't work here. No one cares. You could try to turn your stats into some beatnik poetry down at one of the clubs but I don't know if you'd make much money doing that.
I'm pretty sure shitty poetry is way closer to your wheelhouse than mine, dude. Did you write poetry when you were younger? Song lyrics?
( eddie actually kind of desperately wants to know the answer, but he suspects richie will definitely hold out on him if he sounds too interested. it's a monumental effort to sound completely chill about it.
he wishes he knew more about what they were all like, after leaving derry. specifically wishes he knew more about richie. did he go to college? work shitty jobs? write poetry? eddie just wants to know....everything. it's a little intense. )
Just because I'm a comedian doesn't mean I can write poetry. In fact, I'm pretty sure it guarantees that I can't.
Not unless you want a shitty hallmark card poem that ends in an insult.
[He absolutely did write poetry or tried his hand at it. He wasn't ever very good. Music was a love of his but only as a listener, he knew his strengths and he stuck to them.]
Only if I can hire you to follow me around and analyze all my risks. It'd be this place's first dead by conniption fit.
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[Sarcastic as he was being they had a natural ebb and flow that hadn't left since childhood. Being a smartass, was their love language, and he could always count on Eddie to be quick on the uptake and continue the banter when no one else would.]
Well. Anaphylaxis isn't the choking hazard here and that's the good news.
The bad news is that you've always been unreasonable but now you've just weaponized it into a marketable skill set. I work at a fuckin' arcade. I don't think there are very many positions like what you're used to in this city.
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( sounds like something a person without friends would say. )
I'm pretty sure this city is full of risks. Have you been outside? It's a literal nightmare. I would literally bet my hat there's people being sued right now wishing they had someone who's job it was to assess liabilities before it gets to that stage.
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[Richie lets the friends comment roll on by because it was true, at least in this situation. They did have friends but he couldn't remember the last true friendship he'd had before getting back to Derry.]
So maybe somewhere someone is looking for a guy like you. [He was. Right here. Right now.] But risk analysts just won't work here. No one cares. You could try to turn your stats into some beatnik poetry down at one of the clubs but I don't know if you'd make much money doing that.
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( eddie actually kind of desperately wants to know the answer, but he suspects richie will definitely hold out on him if he sounds too interested. it's a monumental effort to sound completely chill about it.
he wishes he knew more about what they were all like, after leaving derry. specifically wishes he knew more about richie. did he go to college? work shitty jobs? write poetry? eddie just wants to know....everything. it's a little intense. )
How about I hire you as my ghostwriter?
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Not unless you want a shitty hallmark card poem that ends in an insult.
[He absolutely did write poetry or tried his hand at it. He wasn't ever very good. Music was a love of his but only as a listener, he knew his strengths and he stuck to them.]
Only if I can hire you to follow me around and analyze all my risks. It'd be this place's first dead by conniption fit.