your heart is ticking like a clock / potluck

[arcy]

[glow=#000,1,400]UNDERNEATH THIS BLACK, BLACK SKY — ｡+ﾟ.[/glow]

Despite his status as an ambassador, Eddie didn't particularly care for ally events. Which was a strange opinion -- this was the first one he'd been to. But, it was .. interaction that they needed. He heaves a sigh.
Cooking for this had been .. hell. And so had inviting Tanglewood. Both had involved plenty of arguing with his bodymate, but .. especially the cooking. Eddie had never been a cook -- Annie had always been the one to do so, though he tried to help. It .. hadn't turned out especially well. But, well, Eddie had tried. He holds a pot in his arms, nearly stumbling as he delivers it to the table. Ugh. Potlucks. Venom had wanted to make tatortots -- which had been hell to say no to. But, in the end, he'd just brought some stir fry. The raccoon huffs, and skulks away. He isn't in the mood to interact with his clanmates -- not that he ever really is, anti-social creature he is. Instead, Eddie focuses on the food. People would show up, and so would the events, too. For now, though, he's content in his little corner.
//sorry im tired sdfdsf