It ain't even that. It's short for Edwin. Edward would at least be kinda normal. I'm Polish and they almost went with Edzio, but thank god they didn't.
(He would have never lived that down. Eddie did him just fine enough service.
He completely ignores the obnoxious flirting, but it's harder to ignore the fact that starting to come to mind, but not quite. Tall gangly bastard with messy hair. Glasses.)
You don't need to keep makin' fun of me, you know. I'm not a baby.
(What does that even mean!
Well, whatever. He digs around in the bag he had gotten and begins to take out a mini health kit. He tugs on a black nitrole glove on his left, working hand. It wasn't his first time treating someone one-handed and at least this was relatively straightforward. He looks closer at the headwound, humming.)
Good news is you won't die. Probably.
(He takes out a small bottle of alcohol and a clean rag shortly after. It takes a bit more time using only hand, but he soon has the rag wet with alcohol and begins to gently scrub the dried blood in Iggy's hair and the skin around the cut.)
Hmm? Oh uh. Derry. Erm- Derry, Maine. We all are a little um...(What's the best way to put it...) Kinda sound like this. Poor, I guess.
(Some people were better than others, but Eddie had never been the brightest bulb and he had technically dropped out of school entirely after the eighth grade and never looked back. His speech was a bit immature even now, and a thick Maine accent didn't help any.)
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(He would have never lived that down. Eddie did him just fine enough service.
He completely ignores the obnoxious flirting, but it's harder to ignore the fact that starting to come to mind, but not quite. Tall gangly bastard with messy hair. Glasses.)
You don't need to keep makin' fun of me, you know. I'm not a baby.
(What does that even mean!
Well, whatever. He digs around in the bag he had gotten and begins to take out a mini health kit. He tugs on a black nitrole glove on his left, working hand. It wasn't his first time treating someone one-handed and at least this was relatively straightforward. He looks closer at the headwound, humming.)
Good news is you won't die. Probably.
(He takes out a small bottle of alcohol and a clean rag shortly after. It takes a bit more time using only hand, but he soon has the rag wet with alcohol and begins to gently scrub the dried blood in Iggy's hair and the skin around the cut.)
Hmm? Oh uh. Derry. Erm- Derry, Maine. We all are a little um...(What's the best way to put it...) Kinda sound like this. Poor, I guess.
(Some people were better than others, but Eddie had never been the brightest bulb and he had technically dropped out of school entirely after the eighth grade and never looked back. His speech was a bit immature even now, and a thick Maine accent didn't help any.)
What's yours from?