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When Richie opens the front door, Eddie looks up, already feeling the urge to sigh because they know Richie is about to spout bullshit.
"Eddie, Eddie, Eds, Eddie Spaghetti. Let's watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl."
And there it is. Eddie slides their legs from beside them to the floor with a raised brow. "Okay... What brought this up?"
Richie's smile somehow widens as he unties his shoes, his jacket and bag already on their respective hooks. “Laura was talking about how her daughter watched it for the first time and really fucking loved it, so here I am.” His back pops as he slowly straightens back to standing after putting his shoes on the rack, wincing a bit at the end.
“Okay,” Eddie responds, following him so far.
“Plus,” Richie turns to face them fully, sock-clad feet aiding his path to them, plopping down on the couch next to them. “We can make out during the scary parts.”
That’s when Eddie’s brain short circuits. Being a substitute teacher comes with some perks - one being you are well-versed in school-appropriate children's movies. Sharkboy and Lavagirl is one of the classics, according to some of the kids they’d interacted with. So how Richie thought it scary is beyond their understanding. "The- The scary parts? Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl?"
“Yeah! The scary parts!”
“Oh my God…”