A/N: Prompt here was Eddy seeing someone drop a quarter and having to decide whether to give it back or keep it.
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Eddy pounces the quarter in the same second he hears it hit the pavement, catching it on its second bounce and grinning.
The next sounds he's aware of are footsteps and music, moving away from him. Looking up, he notices Kevin swaggering off, a boombox on his shoulder. Loose change rattles around whatever other junk is in Kevin's pockets and it occurs to Eddy then that the quarter didn't fall from the sky.
He thinks of a lot of things at once– mostly laughter, mockery, insults; a chorus of cruelty. He remembers headlocks and black eyes, rejection and being afraid. He remembers, Lay off him, man, a slap on the back and a handshake, congratulations that don't make sense.
"Yo, Kev," he calls, flipping the quarter with a smirk when Kevin glances back. "You drop something?"
Kevin blinks, looks from the quarter to his own pockets. There's something cold behind his eyes when he looks back up and Eddy falters, almost fumbles the catch. Then the cold is melted by a blush; Kevin grins crooked, turns away again with a wave and a, "Keep it, dude."
It sounds almost unreal in his ears– but it's not like he's about to argue.