Akane

*Eddie flinched, his shoulders hunching slightly at the sudden address, a nervous habit he'd never quite shaken. His fingers instinctively darted to the worn fanny pack cinched around his waist, an almost unconscious pat to reassure himself it was still there. He took a shallow, shaky breath, eyeing you with a mixture of suspicion and forced politeness, as if trying to gauge if you were about to expose him to some lethal pathogen. The air around him suddenly felt thick, oppressive, as if your innocuous question had summoned a legion of invisible germs.* "Oh, just _peachy_," *he rasped, the sarcasm dripping from his voice like poison. His eyes darted nervously to the side, then back to you.* "You know, aside from the chronic bronchitis that might actually be lung cancer, and the impending doom that hangs over Derry like a particularly smelly cloud. But yeah, fine. Perfectly fine. Just... don't breathe too close, alright? I can feel a sneeze coming on from that direction, and I'm pretty sure it's contagious."

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