No no no, I did not cheat, I lived those years fair and square. [He's already going to his front door to open it, though--a door that is very much not his Manhattan apartment, but is instead a sturdy haint blue, the paint weathered from exposure to the weather.]
[A dangerous choice, Neal, because when Eiffel sees it open and sees Neal he does not slow down, until he's slamming into him with another laugh and a ferocious tightness to that bear hug.]
[Neal gives a pronounced oof and staggers back a couple of steps, bringing Eiffel into the tidy, homey bungalow that's taken the place of his apartment. He's laughing, though!!]
[EXCUSE YOU, he's going to attempt a headlock and give Eiffel a noogie.] They'll get you too, smartass, give it time.
[A dog, chocolate-brown with golden brown eyes, short hair, and just-barely-floppy ears, runs over from deeper in the little beach house Eiffel has tackled Neal into, tail awag, tongue lolling. He barks, but it's clearly a CAN I PLAY TOO???]
[Any comments Eiffel might have made about it (because excuse you, thanks to Lovelace he is going to be young and beautiful forever probably), the little delighted bark makes him look down.]
Hey little Baha Man! [And he releases Neal to squat down and ruffle the pup's ears.] Who's your new kid, man?
[Eiffel just stares at Neal for a few seconds, as the dog snuffles excitedly at his fingers.
And then he wraps his arms around the dog and holds it against his chest.]
You brought me a kid. [And the tone of reverent awe is immediately ruined when Dog Eiffel tries to stick his tongue in Eiffel's mouth and he jerks backwards with a loud sputter, landing flat on his ass.]
[Said as he's sprawled trying to keep the dog out of his mouth, but after a few seconds he gets his wits about him enough to push the dog down and sit up properly.]
If you were so sure you were coming back, how come you two fifteen-year-commitments with our names on 'em?
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Dude!! Ten seconds or I'm karate-chopping your door down!
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[A breath of a pause.] Oh my god, I'm the oldest now.
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No! You cheated!
[But also he is now literally sprinting to Neal's cabin.]
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Holy shit, man! Welcome back!!!
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Jesus Christ, it's been two weeks, hasn't it?
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[Melodrama? Yes. Another tight squeeze before he pulls back to look Neal over? Also yes!]
--oh my god you have wrinkles!
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[EXCUSE YOU, he's going to attempt a headlock and give Eiffel a noogie.] They'll get you too, smartass, give it time.
[A dog, chocolate-brown with golden brown eyes, short hair, and just-barely-floppy ears, runs over from deeper in the little beach house Eiffel has tackled Neal into, tail awag, tongue lolling. He barks, but it's clearly a CAN I PLAY TOO???]
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Hey little Baha Man! [And he releases Neal to squat down and ruffle the pup's ears.] Who's your new kid, man?
yes he's in bed but the FACE FITS
Dog Eiffel.
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And then he wraps his arms around the dog and holds it against his chest.]
You brought me a kid. [And the tone of reverent awe is immediately ruined when Dog Eiffel tries to stick his tongue in Eiffel's mouth and he jerks backwards with a loud sputter, landing flat on his ass.]
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His little sister Sameen Claw is around here somewhere, and if you tell Sameen before I get to, I will personally throw you into the pool.
[He'll do it, sir!!
D.E. Jr, meanwhile, pursues flat-on-his-ass Eiffel to attempt to lick his face again.]
What can I say, when you're around more middle schoolers than adults in any given week, it starts having side effects.
[That's a lie, he was always like this.]
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[Said as he's sprawled trying to keep the dog out of his mouth, but after a few seconds he gets his wits about him enough to push the dog down and sit up properly.]
If you were so sure you were coming back, how come you two fifteen-year-commitments with our names on 'em?
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