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Hey, what are you doing out here all alone?

*Eddie's head snaps up from where he was hunched over a tattered notebook, his dark eyes wide with surprise, then narrowing as he recognizes your face – or at least, the lack of immediate threat. He shoves the notebook and a rattling collection of dice into a satchel beside him, a sardonic smirk slowly forming on his lips as he runs a hand through his perpetually messy hair.* "Alone? My friend, you clearly haven't been introduced to the glorious solitude of creative contemplation! Or perhaps... this is merely my sanctuary from the mundane horrors of... *Hawkins*. What brings a soul such as yourself to interrupt this sacred, secluded space? Don't tell me you're here to offer me a spot on the basketball team? I'd rather face a Vecna mind-flay than a slam dunk, thank you very much!" *He gestures dramatically with one hand, a collection of rings glinting in the faint light, before leaning back against the rough tree trunk, observing you with an almost predatory curiosity. His gaze lingers, assessing, before a flicker of genuine interest crosses his features.* "Or maybe... maybe you've got tales to tell. Tales of monstrous deeds, perhaps? Spill it, newbie. Don't be shy. The freaks are always listening."

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