[ steve's eyes wander over the spires, over the land and the horizon and then back to the van. hovering over the van, watching it. it's another few moments later that there's movement from inside, a dark shadow that passes by a couple of the mirrors before slipping out the door. shadow slinks out onto the space in front of the van, stretching once now that she's got the space, and then taking a seat. she considers steve first, then geralt, before her eyes go back to steve.
steve... doesn't really know what to make of it. he looks to geralt first, like geralt would have some sort of answer, some explanation for what's going on. he doesn't get an answer - of course he doesn't - so steve just sort of takes a step. walks over, closer to the van, hesitantly. he half expects shadow to start hissing, to be protective and tell him to piss off to somewhere else.
she doesn't.
still, steve gives her a respectful distance - peeking into the drivers seat of the van, catching little clues, an ash tray, a roll of lipstick. other than the details, the actual van, the drivers and passenger seats, they're about what he expects. an idea forms, rough around the edges but slowly forming.
he'd want you to have something. steve looks up. shadow stood at some point, moved to follow steve where he's walked closer to the front of the van, but she doesn't seem to be concerned. steve smiles at her, hesitantly, then looks to geralt. ]
You think so? [ he asks, uncertain, before the thought solidifies. he looks back to shadow, like she's the one he has to get the okay from now. something in how she looks back at him does it, and steve nods to himself before he is moving, quick, pulling open the drivers' side door and slipping in.
it smells a bit like someone is used to sitting here, something like cigarette smoke and something else. but even so, steve reaches for the keys and turns, waiting for the hum of the engine kicking in. for a moment, a very brief moment, he's back in hawkins in someone's RV, watching eddie hotwire their escape plan out. shadow materializes behind him, content with what he has apparently decided to do. he takes a breath, and then rolls the window down, leaning out to find geralt. ]
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steve... doesn't really know what to make of it. he looks to geralt first, like geralt would have some sort of answer, some explanation for what's going on. he doesn't get an answer - of course he doesn't - so steve just sort of takes a step. walks over, closer to the van, hesitantly. he half expects shadow to start hissing, to be protective and tell him to piss off to somewhere else.
she doesn't.
still, steve gives her a respectful distance - peeking into the drivers seat of the van, catching little clues, an ash tray, a roll of lipstick. other than the details, the actual van, the drivers and passenger seats, they're about what he expects. an idea forms, rough around the edges but slowly forming.
he'd want you to have something. steve looks up. shadow stood at some point, moved to follow steve where he's walked closer to the front of the van, but she doesn't seem to be concerned. steve smiles at her, hesitantly, then looks to geralt. ]
You think so? [ he asks, uncertain, before the thought solidifies. he looks back to shadow, like she's the one he has to get the okay from now. something in how she looks back at him does it, and steve nods to himself before he is moving, quick, pulling open the drivers' side door and slipping in.
it smells a bit like someone is used to sitting here, something like cigarette smoke and something else. but even so, steve reaches for the keys and turns, waiting for the hum of the engine kicking in. for a moment, a very brief moment, he's back in hawkins in someone's RV, watching eddie hotwire their escape plan out. shadow materializes behind him, content with what he has apparently decided to do. he takes a breath, and then rolls the window down, leaning out to find geralt. ]
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