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wait
didn't they already have a house?
or do you mean another house?
[ oh, yeah, maybe you should definitely mention that because steve would not mind not....being the only adult in the house he's staying in. ]
didn't they already have a house?
or do you mean another house?
[ oh, yeah, maybe you should definitely mention that because steve would not mind not....being the only adult in the house he's staying in. ]
Edited 2018-03-10 04:10 (UTC)
oh
wait- why?
do they even know how to live on their own?
wait- why?
do they even know how to live on their own?
can they even cook???
yeah.
max and jake and some other kids
i'm never going to escape babysitting, am i
[ it's supposed to be a joke!!! ]
yeah.
max and jake and some other kids
i'm never going to escape babysitting, am i
[ it's supposed to be a joke!!! ]
I think Eggos are the best they can do.
[ his comments make her laugh, at least. and, hey, the rain in the air means she can laugh. ]
You're lucking it's raining, Steve Harrington, because you actually made me laugh.
Maybe babysitting is your calling!
[ don't think she didn't notice Dustin copying his hair. the kids weirdly look up to him now. ]
[ his comments make her laugh, at least. and, hey, the rain in the air means she can laugh. ]
You're lucking it's raining, Steve Harrington, because you actually made me laugh.
Maybe babysitting is your calling!
[ don't think she didn't notice Dustin copying his hair. the kids weirdly look up to him now. ]
can they even use a toaster here?
[ but then there's that comment, and he can picture it - her tightening her lips, trying to hold back the laugh, eventually letting it go in a rush of air and the dimples she has in the corner of her mouth.
and right after, he feels the rush of cold air - don't get carried away ]
how well would that pay here
maybe i can quit canning
[ but then there's that comment, and he can picture it - her tightening her lips, trying to hold back the laugh, eventually letting it go in a rush of air and the dimples she has in the corner of her mouth.
and right after, he feels the rush of cold air - don't get carried away ]
how well would that pay here
maybe i can quit canning
Apparently Mike and Will have a new dad now, and he's the Mayor, so it might pay in sand and goodwill.
[ whatever counts as currency in this shithole. sure, there's something heartbreaking about mike telling her that frank is "everything a dad should be," but she's skipping over it, thanks. it's better to be exchanging news in between jokes, when she feels as alone as when barb first disappeared. ]
[ whatever counts as currency in this shithole. sure, there's something heartbreaking about mike telling her that frank is "everything a dad should be," but she's skipping over it, thanks. it's better to be exchanging news in between jokes, when she feels as alone as when barb first disappeared. ]
[ steve is just going to....pause a second on that. ]
a new dad who is the mayor?
they've been busy, apparently.
do they even use money around here? what do you think i could get for pay?
because goodwill, sure, but sand??? c'mon
[ because he's not quite...ready. to leave that lightness of the conversation.
the rain continues, and steve jumps when he hears a bumping from down the hall. probably one of the kids, but it does remind him - they can make noise, now, thanks to that rain. to the low sound of it all. ]
have you met him?
the 'mayor'?
a new dad who is the mayor?
they've been busy, apparently.
do they even use money around here? what do you think i could get for pay?
because goodwill, sure, but sand??? c'mon
[ because he's not quite...ready. to leave that lightness of the conversation.
the rain continues, and steve jumps when he hears a bumping from down the hall. probably one of the kids, but it does remind him - they can make noise, now, thanks to that rain. to the low sound of it all. ]
have you met him?
the 'mayor'?
Only on the phone.
His name's Frank, but he goes by Hot Dog.
He seems okay.
[ he's a little off, in her estimation. however, he thinks highly of mike and didn't talk down to her, so it balances out enough. she'll withhold judgment until she meets him properly. ]
Are you at home?
[ are you ready for this role reversal 'cause she's at the back entrance of his house, standing on the deck, fully soaked. ]
His name's Frank, but he goes by Hot Dog.
He seems okay.
[ he's a little off, in her estimation. however, he thinks highly of mike and didn't talk down to her, so it balances out enough. she'll withhold judgment until she meets him properly. ]
Are you at home?
[ are you ready for this role reversal 'cause she's at the back entrance of his house, standing on the deck, fully soaked. ]
[ . . . . . ]
he goes by 'hot dog'?
[ he's....a little concerned? by that? and is suddenly really missing having hopper and joyce around. which is....weird. it's not like he really knew either of them back home. but still. ]
uh
yeah? why?
[ no he is not, but i am. ]
he goes by 'hot dog'?
[ he's....a little concerned? by that? and is suddenly really missing having hopper and joyce around. which is....weird. it's not like he really knew either of them back home. but still. ]
uh
yeah? why?
[ no he is not, but i am. ]
[ really as long as he never has to see billy again, he might be pretty okay. ]
you're what?
[ but also...steve doesn't really wait for an answer, because he's setting down his device and moving through the house, heading all the way to the backdoor pulling it open and...pausing.
forgive him, his habits are keeping him from really saying anything quite yet.
and then, just a second later, he jolts back awake. ]
Hi.
you're what?
[ but also...steve doesn't really wait for an answer, because he's setting down his device and moving through the house, heading all the way to the backdoor pulling it open and...pausing.
forgive him, his habits are keeping him from really saying anything quite yet.
and then, just a second later, he jolts back awake. ]
Hi.
[ wet hair frames her face, but not dripping, at least; and she has her dampcoat folded over her arm.
her smile is small, almost sheepish. ]
Hey. [ her voice croaks slightly, hoarse from disuse. ] Figured we should take advantage of the rain.
[ to talk — about this situation, the upcoming sound eater trip, and maybe about the events that happened prior to their arrival here. ]
her smile is small, almost sheepish. ]
Hey. [ her voice croaks slightly, hoarse from disuse. ] Figured we should take advantage of the rain.
[ to talk — about this situation, the upcoming sound eater trip, and maybe about the events that happened prior to their arrival here. ]
[ the smile has him smiling in return - a little far away, more of a habit than anything. but then he blinks, realizing himself, and stepping away from the door. ]
Oh, right, yeah. Come in.
[ he still finds himself whispering a bit - habits die hard, as does absolute fear of being torn apart and killed. still, he closes the door when nancy steps inside, starting off towards his room. ]
Do you want a towel...? [ since, you know, she's still damp and all.
and yes, he is very aware that this is still. awkward. but he's doing a bang up job trying to ignore it. ]
Oh, right, yeah. Come in.
[ he still finds himself whispering a bit - habits die hard, as does absolute fear of being torn apart and killed. still, he closes the door when nancy steps inside, starting off towards his room. ]
Do you want a towel...? [ since, you know, she's still damp and all.
and yes, he is very aware that this is still. awkward. but he's doing a bang up job trying to ignore it. ]
Hello Steve.
I think you should join fight club. It's no secret my sister kicks ass more than you. I'm sure you'll catch up with her if you put as much effort into it as you do with your hair.
Your training starts tomorrow. Be there or be prepared to be pranked when you least expect it.
I think you should join fight club. It's no secret my sister kicks ass more than you. I'm sure you'll catch up with her if you put as much effort into it as you do with your hair.
Your training starts tomorrow. Be there or be prepared to be pranked when you least expect it.
[ what the actual hell??????
what is this twelve year old???? talking about??? also rude???? ]
what the hell is fight club
does nancy know you're doing this?
also pranks aren't exactly threatening, but nice try
what is this twelve year old???? talking about??? also rude???? ]
what the hell is fight club
does nancy know you're doing this?
also pranks aren't exactly threatening, but nice try
[ it's weird to see him now, too, to hear his voice after their time apart and in necessary silence. as badass as she'd felt reaching out and showing up, being here is something else entirely.
she tries to stop her stomach from twist up in knots as she crosses the threshold. ]
Yeah. [ a beat. get it together, nance. ] Yeah, that'd be nice.
[ they're going to his room — thankfully unlike his actual home, even though her mind still wanders there. this was always going to be awkward, whether they spoke again here or in hawkins.
at least there's an impetus to move forward in this horrible place. ]
Has it been okay? [ softly. ] Living here, I mean.
she tries to stop her stomach from twist up in knots as she crosses the threshold. ]
Yeah. [ a beat. get it together, nance. ] Yeah, that'd be nice.
[ they're going to his room — thankfully unlike his actual home, even though her mind still wanders there. this was always going to be awkward, whether they spoke again here or in hawkins.
at least there's an impetus to move forward in this horrible place. ]
Has it been okay? [ softly. ] Living here, I mean.
[ he moves inside fairly easily, suddenly overly aware that he can make noise and doesn't need to avoid it, and focusing instead on that. it's not a long way back into the family room where he's taken his place, so it's only a moment or two before he's grabbing a towel from a corner, handing it over to her. ]
You mean, besides.... [ he motions around him, one brow arched. it eases into a kind of smile as he moves to sit on the couch, leaving plenty of places for her around the space to pick as she pleases. ] It's nothing like Hawkins, that's for sure. But it's not...bad?
[ he's in a house full of children, sure, but for one reason or another he hasn't minded it. they know the rules just as well as anyone else does, and they've been welcoming enough. in fact, she'll probably see a familiar bat leaned up against the fireplace, if she wants to take a look - the room itself not necessarily messy, but lived in. as comfortable as it could probably look.
that's when he allows himself a chance to look back over to her, watching her move, watching here there for just a moment. ]
How's it been for you?
You mean, besides.... [ he motions around him, one brow arched. it eases into a kind of smile as he moves to sit on the couch, leaving plenty of places for her around the space to pick as she pleases. ] It's nothing like Hawkins, that's for sure. But it's not...bad?
[ he's in a house full of children, sure, but for one reason or another he hasn't minded it. they know the rules just as well as anyone else does, and they've been welcoming enough. in fact, she'll probably see a familiar bat leaned up against the fireplace, if she wants to take a look - the room itself not necessarily messy, but lived in. as comfortable as it could probably look.
that's when he allows himself a chance to look back over to her, watching her move, watching here there for just a moment. ]
How's it been for you?
[ of course she beelines for the bat. it's nancy. even with a towel slung over her shoulders (not unlike the night they were in the pool), she doesn't appear uncomfortable. ]
About the same. [ said neutrally, although her gaze is turned away from him. she lifts the bat, testing out her swing. ]
[ it's not always bad, but she never feels safe. fear comes, when she's alone in her room. she wishes jonathan was here — and that she was still with steve. well, sometimes she wishes for that, when he looks at her a certain way. or when she wakes up in the middle of the night in her room that isn't really her room. she wishes barb was there the most, since dead people supposedly can arrive here, too. the knowledge that barb could arrive and reverse nancy's biggest mistakes is what she clings to, however stupid it may be.
she hazards a glance over her shoulder at steve. ]
You remember the day of the Snow Ball, right? And everything that happened with Will.
[ she hadn't seen him there, seeing as he wasn't on the volunteer rota, but he'll know the date. it's basically the same every year. ]
About the same. [ said neutrally, although her gaze is turned away from him. she lifts the bat, testing out her swing. ]
[ it's not always bad, but she never feels safe. fear comes, when she's alone in her room. she wishes jonathan was here — and that she was still with steve. well, sometimes she wishes for that, when he looks at her a certain way. or when she wakes up in the middle of the night in her room that isn't really her room. she wishes barb was there the most, since dead people supposedly can arrive here, too. the knowledge that barb could arrive and reverse nancy's biggest mistakes is what she clings to, however stupid it may be.
she hazards a glance over her shoulder at steve. ]
You remember the day of the Snow Ball, right? And everything that happened with Will.
[ she hadn't seen him there, seeing as he wasn't on the volunteer rota, but he'll know the date. it's basically the same every year. ]
who are you even fighting?
[ better question: who is fighting a twelve year old??? ]
but yeah
i'll be there
am i supposed to bring anything?
[ better question: who is fighting a twelve year old??? ]
but yeah
i'll be there
am i supposed to bring anything?
[ he watches her from the couch, as she glances around, as she makes a beeline for the bat. he finds himself smiling a bit as she picks it up and tests the weight of it, answering his question. he can see something go through her mind, a few somethings knowing nancy wheeler, but he couldn't even begin to guess what. ]
Max found that on our front porch. [ he supplies, after a second. ] With some other stuff that was left out there. There was a can of hairspray, believe it or not. [ he laughs, softly, before leaning back into the cushions - comfortable, in a strange way.
he glances back over to her at the question, suddenly not. quite sure where she's going. ]
Yeah, I remember the Snowball. [ no, she wouldn't remember him. he'd very specifically not gone inside, after watching her talking to jonathan, smiling, laughing, and knowing she deserved a night like that and driving off again.
that feeling tightens in his gut, before he reminds himself she came over herself, before he moves to resettle on the couch. ] Why?
Max found that on our front porch. [ he supplies, after a second. ] With some other stuff that was left out there. There was a can of hairspray, believe it or not. [ he laughs, softly, before leaning back into the cushions - comfortable, in a strange way.
he glances back over to her at the question, suddenly not. quite sure where she's going. ]
Yeah, I remember the Snowball. [ no, she wouldn't remember him. he'd very specifically not gone inside, after watching her talking to jonathan, smiling, laughing, and knowing she deserved a night like that and driving off again.
that feeling tightens in his gut, before he reminds himself she came over herself, before he moves to resettle on the couch. ] Why?
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