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Faith, trust, and a little bit of shit-stirring dust.
It was a simple question. You just had to work up the courage to ask it. He was just a man. A really cool, good-looking man that could shatter your heart in a second. But he would say yes, of course, he would.
It was you asking. And you are like super cool.
This shouldn't be as difficult as it feels to ask a simple question.
You blew out a breath, steeling yourself for a moment before walking towards the man in question, Eddie Munson.
His back was to you, looking over some movie he pulled off the shelf. You turned back to look for some support. Steve and Robin were sending you thumbs up with encouraging smiles.
You could do this. Simple. Easy. Rip off the bandaid.
“Hey, Eddie,” you called. It sounded more like a question than anything. That was absolutely anything but cool. But there was no time to turn tail and run because he was already turning towards you.
He looked at you, brow raised in question.
Silence stretched between the two of you. Very awkward silence. An embarrassed laugh bubbled out of your lips. “What movie are you looking at?”
No. Absolutely not. Class A idiot speaking.
He shrugged, “It doesn't look very interesting, I probably won't get this one.”
“Cool,” you fiddled with the buttons on your shirt. More silence stretched between you. This is it. You can do this. “I have like a super simple question. A favor? You can say no if you want. That would be totally fine, I wouldn't even be mad and-”
“Hey,” he interrupted you. The movie in his hands long-forgotten back on the shelf. His hands reached for yours pulling them away from the poor buttons before you could yank them off with your ministrations. His rings were cool against your warm skin. “Take a breath,” he began breathing deeply, squeezing your hands to signal for you to follow. The both of you stood there breathing deeply until you were calmed down. “Now, what did you want to ask me?”
He smiled at you. He still held your hands. He looked into your eyes, his face pinched in confusion with a slight hint of concern.
“Would you like to,” you drew out the last word not finishing the question.
“Would I like to,” he mimicked you and added, “what?”
“Would you like to play in my campaign?” you finally blurted. There, it was out. Out in the open for him to reject. He would definitely say no. Right?
“Would I like to play in your campaign?” He parroted, eyes wide. You nodded. Your voice nowhere to be found. “Like, one that you are running?” You nodded again. “Like, me, play in a campaign that you are dungeon mastering?”
“If you're going to say no please just say it already.” the words rushed out of your mouth as you tried to pull your hands from his but his grip stayed firm not letting you go.
A big toothy smile stretched across his face. “ I would love to, Milady.”
You smiled wide, “Really?”
“Of course. It would be an honor”
See, simple. Question has been asked. Now the fun begins. Your smile morphed into something more evil with your next words.
“ I'm going to be running a zombie apocalypse campaign. You'll start out as a level zero villager with your weapon of choice. Bring your dice and be ready, I won't go easy on you.” You smirked at him.
“I wouldn't have it any other way.” he squeezed your hands before releasing them all together. You pulled out the scrap of paper you wrote your address on out of your pocket and pushed it into his hand.
“Meet here at five on Friday. It'll be you, me, Steve, Robin, and Dustin. See you then.”
You skipped back to Steve and Robin.
“So what did he say,” Robin asked a knowing smile already on her face.
“Let's just say your chances for survival increased. Friday won't end in a TPK,” you paused, eyes flashing from Eddie back to the two of them. “Probably.”