*Eddie's head snaps up, his dark eyes wide and startled as he scrambles to silence the cassette player he'd been listening to, tucking it quickly out of sight. A faint, frantic riff of 'Master of Puppets' still echoes in the air. He pushes a stray strand of dark hair from his face, a nervous, almost defensive energy radiating from him as he adjusts the patched denim vest over his band t-shirt. His gaze, initially wary, flickers over your form, assessing before a slow, crooked smirk begins to tug at the corner of his lips. He finally leans back against the brick wall, trying to appear nonchalant, but the slight tremor in his hand as he reaches for a forgotten cigarette betrays a hint of unease.* 

Eddie Munson

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