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The Hair: robs
: robin
: buckley
: ROBIN!!!
Steve quickly types on his phone, slowly getting more and more aggressive as the texts begin to become all caps lock.
Dipshit: yes my liege?
Steve can practically feel the smirk from the phone. Despite being on the opposite side of the world to her. He knows her way to well. It’s probably, no wait, most definitely terrible for his health. Atleast that’s what his shitty parents would say.
The Hair: ugh i hate that name so much
Diphshit: i know :)
Steve can’t help but smile at the seven-inch screen as he continues walking to work.
STEVES POV
Steve still lives in the same shitty old town that he grew up in. Hawkins, Indiana. All the kids have moved away to start their new lives, in the bigger cities of america. Although Henderson moved to a little island called New Zealand, atleast thats what he told him when he asked where his plane was going. Buckley’s moved out of Hawkins and to New York with Nancy because they finally confessed their feelings towards eachother. And the rest of the party hasn’t contacted him in years.
While Steve was thinking about all this, and reminiscing about the past and how great, not great, it was to basically parent the Party. He walked into a tree.
“Ow!” Steve hisses, he looks up at the tree while rubbing the spot on his forehead that hit the tree. He curses the tree under his breath, and continues walking.
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Steve finally arrives at work, definitely not 30 minutes late. Well, atleast he didn’t have to open today. When he gets inside, he throws down his hideous and ill-fitting polo shirt and replaces it with the work smock.
“Steve! Fancy seeing you here,” A customer says, as they walk up to Steve. Whos now slumped over the counter with shame.
“Hm? Oh hello.” Steve says with an extremely un-interested tone. He looks up at the customer, who most definitely looks like she lived through the old hawkins crisis’. Atleast, the ones he’s read about, or were told about in explicit detail by his parents or family friends. One he can recall is the upside down and vecna? Atleast he thinks but he doesn’t really trust an 60 something year old person to recall things with such level of detail.
“Steve!” The customer says, she waves a hand infront of Steves blank face.
“Shit sorry! Must’ve spaced out,” Steve profusly apologises, he stands up and walks infront of the counter to where the lady is standing to help her.