"He gave you some of his Irish whiskey, didnt he?" Precious asked with a knowing smile. That stuff could really fuck someone up, as she well remembered. She had learned to refuse whenever he reached for his dustier bottles.<br/><br/>"Nah, it's fine. Wasnt expecting a pretty thing in his kitchen, but I think this is a good thing," Precious said with a little shrug. It was definitely different, and at this point Eddy could use different in his life.<br/><br/>Just then, the sound of a door creaking open and heavy, lumbering steps came down the hall. Eddy was awake, beckoned by the smell of coffee, though it hardly could be called full consciousness. Bleary eyed the man came into the kitchen, a horribly stripped robe thrown over his shoulders but he hadnt bothered to tie it. He had shark slippers on his feet and his hair a mess.<br/><br/>He shuffled over to the cup of coffee waiting at the counter, picked it up and just sort of propped himself again the wall as he breathed in the steam. He gave no indication that he was aware of Precious and Luke sitting at the table, a few feet away.<br/><br/>He grumbled as he drank, making old man sounds as the caffeine began to take effect. It took half the mug before he bothered to look up and open his eyes enough to see the two, his gaze finding Precious first, then Luke, and then jumping between them as synapses began to fire.<br/><br/>"Aw, fuck," he grumbled and dropped his head into his stiff hand.<br/><br/>Precious just grinned a shit eating grin and said "Morning sunshine!" chipper as a disneyfied woodland creature.<br/><br/>"Fuck off," he groaned, nearly becoming a whine at the end.