Steve, unfortunately, is not all that surprised at finding himself in another insane situation. After waking up at the fountain and getting shit blasted into his brain, he just sort of rolls with it. He's got his bat covered in nails resting on his shoulder and that is enough to make him feel like he will probably not die as he walks around. At the very least none of the new animals have faces like a flower of death. He'll take that as a win.
Steve has only walked for about five minutes, trying to see if he can find someone, when he startles at something hitting his head. He whips around, looking up to see if something had fallen. And something had:
Rain.
It takes seconds from then for the sky to open up and sheets of water to pour down. Even running for cover, Steve is soaked almost immediately, hair plastered to his face and head. And no Fabrege shampoo or Farrah Fawcett hairspray to be found.
"You've gotta be kidding me. Couldn't even get an hour?"
[Beach]
It's been too long since he's seen the ocean. And sure, this isn't one he's familiar with and the lobsters are apparently angry assholes, but it is still amazing to be on a beach. He closes his eyes and just enjoys the sound of the water and the feel of the breeze. Soaks up the peace of being close to a body of water without a demon hellmouth at the bottom of it.
Or he tries to, but the damn birbs are making it difficult.
Steve opens his eyes and lets out a long sigh before just flopping to the ground so he can sit. "Just keep those green things away from me and it's fine," he offers as a deal to the birbs. "But if you feel like shutting up, don't let me stop you..."
He groans a little. "Rather be listening to Dustin's crap than this..."
[Network]
Has anyone else around here seen enormous mosquitoes or have my concussions finally caught up with me?
Steve Harrington | Stranger Things
Steve, unfortunately, is not all that surprised at finding himself in another insane situation. After waking up at the fountain and getting shit blasted into his brain, he just sort of rolls with it. He's got his bat covered in nails resting on his shoulder and that is enough to make him feel like he will probably not die as he walks around. At the very least none of the new animals have faces like a flower of death. He'll take that as a win.
Steve has only walked for about five minutes, trying to see if he can find someone, when he startles at something hitting his head. He whips around, looking up to see if something had fallen. And something had:
Rain.
It takes seconds from then for the sky to open up and sheets of water to pour down. Even running for cover, Steve is soaked almost immediately, hair plastered to his face and head. And no Fabrege shampoo or Farrah Fawcett hairspray to be found.
"You've gotta be kidding me. Couldn't even get an hour?"
[Beach]
It's been too long since he's seen the ocean. And sure, this isn't one he's familiar with and the lobsters are apparently angry assholes, but it is still amazing to be on a beach.
He closes his eyes and just enjoys the sound of the water and the feel of the breeze. Soaks up the peace of being close to a body of water without a demon hellmouth at the bottom of it.
Or he tries to, but the damn birbs are making it difficult.
Steve opens his eyes and lets out a long sigh before just flopping to the ground so he can sit. "Just keep those green things away from me and it's fine," he offers as a deal to the birbs. "But if you feel like shutting up, don't let me stop you..."
He groans a little. "Rather be listening to Dustin's crap than this..."
[Network]
Has anyone else around here seen enormous mosquitoes or have my concussions finally caught up with me?