[The feed clicks on, Mr. Roadie appears wearing what can be classified as a
outfit that Sasha more than likely picked out. His hair is pulled up into a high pony tail, which probably makes placing who he is harder than it already is. Not that anyone can really see anything beyond the sweater this week anyway.] Alright- since there is a slew of new people a-wanderin' this place these days. I figure I outta do my spiel. You see, m'the weapons guy. Along with makin' other stuff, instruments, music boxes and a ton of other shit. You can commission me to make bout anythin'. I just require food as payment, not too hard when we get to a F3.
[Sasha is leaning back behind him.] Remind them an F3 is sure to happen soon, so there is no excuses.
[Eddie gives a small snort back, glancing back at the smaller man.] I think you already did that for me, baby. [He turning his attention to the propped up faciliberry. He toying with the plaid undershirt's collar.] But, yeah. With the F3 comin' back, if you commission me, I'll be expectin' payment for it. M'probably gonna drop my water bottle policy outside of special circumstances.
[Sasha just rolls his eyes.] Its just a shirt quit fidgeting.
I ain't fidgetin'. [Eddie puffs his cheeks a little back.] M'just adjustin' this damn thing.
Whats there to adjust? Its a sweater.
S'a uncomfortable sweater. Too small. [LIES.]
Eddie, its not small. I rummaged bigger then your shirt size.
It's small. [And dorky, Eddie just shakes his head.] Anyway- on topic, I'm Eddie Nein-Riggs. Since I always forget to actually introduce myself durin' these spiels.
[Sasha is glaring.] Its not small.
S'uncomfortably small. [Says this Mr. Nein-Riggs.] and blue, and plaid.
It isn't small! It is just new because you haven't worn it in a year. Aka since gotham! [He frowns.] And it looks nice on you.
[Eddie gives his spouse a side glance. But not doing anything to get rid of the clothes.] Cause it's not that comfortable.
[Sasha stares back.] Only because you never wear any clothes I pick out.
[Eddie holds his hands up, palms up in surrender.] M'wearin' it now aren't I?
Only because I emotionally blackmailed you.
And I willin' went on camera with it on, it's my devotion to you showin' through. [Whoops Sasha, you married a doof.]
Its a sweater, not a chasity device.
Baby, have you looked at this sweater? S'a knitted chastity outfit. [SIDE GLANCE, he finally snapping his gaze back to the faciliberry.] Anyway, if ya'll need to talk, just message me or come by suite 30. My workshop is located there and usually open.
It is not-! [A pause] And why would you care if anyone else is coming after you? [Wrong words Mr. Eddie.]
[Eddie just looks confused.] What? I ain't sayin' that- I'm sayin', I look weird like this.
Turn off that device and we can chat about your worry over the 'knittted chasity device'
Right- [He turns his gaze back to the faciliberry, turning it off quickly.]