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#steve with his twenty seven ointments and creams and sprays and potions like
wynnyfryd · 1 year
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“Why aren’t you up yet? We need to leave in ten minutes.”
Eddie pillows an arm behind his head and stretches out like a cat. “Because I don’t take four years to get ready, princess. Just gotta get up,” he says, ticking off the words on his fingers, “chug a bottle of water while I take a piss, brush my teeth get dressed and boom! We’re golden.”
“I’m sorry,” Steve interrupts, his face going all deliciously frowny and annoyed. “You— what?”
“What?”
“That’s disgusting!”
“It’s efficient!”
“You’re a gremlin.”
“Mm, yes, but a hydrated one.”
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