twoslicetwitter prompts
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"You're lying. Something happened," Eddie accuses, and because he's a total smug dick, his delight becomes more palpable with every word. So damn enthusiastic to put Buck through his twisted humiliation ritual. His own best friend. "I'm right. You're blushing," he beams, canines on display, ripe and ready to tear through Buck's jugular.
"I'm not blushing."
"No, for sure," Eddie drones. He simmers down and stares at Buck for a few seconds, happy as a clam and twice as infuriating; then adds, "You know, the church taught me that lying is a sin."
So is lust, Buck thinks to himself. Out loud though, he just grits his teeth and says, "I'm agnostic."
Or: "You couldn't jerk that information out of me."
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- Part 1 of twoslicetwitter prompts
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“You slammed the front—never mind. Nonissue,” Buck says, then refocuses. "Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Eddie nods: sincere enough that Buck is no longer anxious; frantically enough that he doesn’t believe him for a second.
Which is the right call, because Eddie proceeds to shake his head not even five seconds later.
“No,” he amends.
Buck is the one to nod, then: just the once, pointed and slow. “So,” he chimes, “those are opposites.”
Or: Eddie shows up in Buck's kitchen with a question.
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- Part 2 of twoslicetwitter prompts
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Buck weakly waves his arm. The clutched shirt flaps like a black flag in the non-existent, feeble wind.
“You’re not wearing a shirt.” He sounds almost desperate.
“Neither are you,” Eddie points out.
Beyond reasonable, really, he thinks, though reason doesn’t seem to be standing in this kitchen with them. Reason has run off on an all expenses paid vacation package somewhere far, far away. A land where people keep their clothes on, probably.
Eddie dreams of such a place.
Or: Eddie winds up in a one-man wet T-shirt contest. Buck... spectates.
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- Part 3 of twoslicetwitter prompts