richie as the fallen angel, eddie as the random businessman whose front yard he lands in

after richie convinces eddie to let him crash on his couch eddie's 95% convinced he's either unwell or trying to scam him, but the other 5% is devoted to noticing how richie glows a little in sunlight and acts delighted by every small mundanity

eddie: if you're an angel why do you swear so much

richie: it's not like i could curse up there, eds, you're telling me when you left home you didn't start dropping f bombs left and right? FUCK

richie: hey eds wanna see my true form

eddie: is this another excuse to take off your pants please rich—

richie:

eddie: what the fuck