#breddy

eddy, trying to register on a website:

website: please choose a password

eddy: *types “Brett”*

website: password too short

eddy, tears forming in his eyes: *sigh* i knew it

brett: on a scale of 1-10, how nervous are you right now?

eddy: pi

brett: what does that mea—

eddy: relatively minimal but virtually never-ending

eddy: *sends brett a selfie of him smiling*

brett, from the other room: eddy, what did i tell you about sending dick pics?

jecrite:

brett, dramatically gesturing to eddy: you all have heard of hot girl summer, and now may i present - cute boy winter!!

eddy and his sweater paws:*waves sheepishly*

brett, looking in a cupboard: aw, we’re out of snacks

eddy, visibly offended: i’m right here????????

brett: intonation is never the answer

eddy: no

eddy: intonation is the question, and the answer is yes

eddy: what the hell are you doing?

brett, on the floor, eating brown sugar boba pearls from a pot: why do you always ask me “what the hell i’m doing”, and never “how the hell i’m doing”?

eddy: when i was a kid, belle would tell me that the paper bits in hershey’s kisses were edible so i always ate them

alex: what do you mean? they really *are* edible

eddy: wait, for real??

brett: NO!!!!!!! i can’t believe you would fall for that again!

brett and eddy: *sitting on a bench with a sad look on their faces*

phoebe: what’s wrong?

eddy, sighing: sit down, and we’ll tell you

phoebe, sitting down next to them, visibly concerned: okay…

brett: this bench is freshly painted

hyung: 이것은 전부 너의 과오야

eddy: i know, i know

angie, to brett: why does eddy understand korean all of a sudden?

brett, to angie: eddy knows what “this is all your fault” is in, like, 13 languages

eddy, to emma: i’m not really into eminem tbh

brett: oh, do you prefer skittles?

emma, to brett: no, he meant the rapper

brett: why would he eat the wrapper???

jecrite:

brett, baking cupcakes with eddy: okay, now beat three eggs

eddy: okay

eddy: …at what?

eddy: guess what i’m about to get!!

brett, who has been working on their virtual world tour for 4 hours straight: on my nerves

brett: i’d say that’s one of my biggest fears

eddy: what is?

brett: if i woke up and i was bubble tea—

eddy: you’d drink yourself?

brett, with a serious look on his face: won’t even question it

eddy: okay brett, i’m gonna need you to swear—

brett: fUCK

eddy, pinching the bridge of his nose: when i said swear, i meant promise

young eddy: if i said you’re my best friend, would you say it back?

young brett: it back

young eddy:

youngeddy: okay

eddy: everyone has their demons

eddy, turning his laptop screen around to show brett’s lo-fi and movie soundtrack: these are mine

eddy, jokingly: my love language is being annoying :D

brett, deadpan: you must love me a lot, then

eddy: brett, i said “no drum”

brett, wearing the plastic toy drum around his neck: ohhhh i thought you said “no gum”

eddy: but you’re also chewing gum

brett, popping a huge bubble: i didn’t say i was gonna listen

producer shaun, trying to get inspo for a new track: if you were a dinosaur, which one would you be?

eddie: what’s the one with a long neck?

brett, barely paying attention: a giraffe

brett, baking cupcakes with eddy: okay, now beat three eggs

eddy: okay

eddy: …at what?

brett, practicing his rachmaninoff in peace:

eddy: just one look and i can hear a bell ring

brett: eddy nO—

eddy: one more look and i forget everything

brett: eddy, i swear to god—

eddy: wHOA WHOAAA

brettand eddy, screaming from the tops of their lungs: MAMMA MIA!!! HERE WE GO AGAIN!!! MY MY HOW CAN I RESIST YA?

brett, to ray: eddy has strong opinions on everything. try asking him something no one would have an opinion on

ray, walking up to eddy: hey eddy, what’s the most pretentious line on the five-line stave?

eddy, not even looking up from his manga: the second one from the top, obviously

eddy, drunkenly filling out a form: what’s an occupation?

brett: it’s something you do

eddy, nodding thoughtfully: *writing* my best

eddy: wanna see how tough I am?!?!

eddy: *kicks the wall*

brett:

eddy:

brett:

eddy: please take me to a hospital

young brett: you say “sorry” a lot

young eddy: …sorry

brett, aimlessly scrolling on his phone: do you think we should have a quartet play canon in d in our wedding?? you know, as a joke?

eddy:

eddy: since when are we getting married?

brett, realising that the ring was still in his pocket: wait

eddy: why would you want to run 26 miles?

brett: the same reason you spent two whole months learning nel cor piu non mi sento

eddy: ah yes

eddy: a sense of accomplishment

brett: *fondly explaining what “personal space” is and why it’s important*

eddy, still clinging onto brett like a koala: see, that’s what i don’t quite get—

brett: i don’t sing in the shower

eddy: yes you d—

brett: i ✨perform✨

brett: you know that feeling when your heart skips a beat?

eddy: that’s called arrhythmia

brett: that’s what it feels like when i’m with yo—

eddy, with growing stoic concern: that can get really dangerous actually, you can go to hospital for that

brett, walking into the kitchen to get a post-nap snack: hey

eddy: we LOVE a well-rested KING!!! he’s getting THAT BREAD sis!! and that’s that on that!! spill the bre-TEA!!! whose mans is this?!?!

brett:

brett: what the fuck

jordon, on the phone with brett: hey! do you guys wanna grab dinner?

brett: sounds good! lemme tell eddy

brett, picking up his violin: *plays a D note*

eddy, in another room: *stops practising and plays two D notes in response*

brett: great, shall we meet in half an hour?