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characters: steve harrington, nancy wheeler
location: miner's castle #2
date/time: jan 7
content: young adults growing up dead gotta cope, and what better way than through ust
warnings: just some basic pg-13 smoochies, probably — will mark if anything changes

[ As far as afterlives go, it's been something of a rollercoaster ride. It's not exactly surprising, considering where they'd come from before all this but Steve feels like he could really use a win, you know? Just a period of nothing happening, nothing exciting, nothing but the sweet, calmness of mundanity. Yeah. Steve Harrington is wishing for mundanity; he really is in the afterlife (or whatever this is).

Eleven is out for the evening, which, you know, is totally fine, he's not worrying or anything. It's just a little harder to keep an eye on things when he's not out there, nailbat and all. Fact of the matter is, he's been pretty much housebound since the ghost invasion and that time a creepy web monster tried to eat him. He's fine now though, just a few weeks healing from a broken arm and some bruising. Practically good as new — which means he'll be back to figuring out just what the hell they're all doing in this place, and how to get out of here.

He's thinking of grabbing a bowl of cereal, or better yet: maybe seeing if Nancy wants to grab some dinner at the Invincible, when he hears the soft rapping sound against his bedroom door. Definitely a knock. ]

Yeah? — come in. [ he says, looking up. Speak of the devil. ] Heeey. [ He shifts to a sitting position. ] I was just thinking about bugging you.

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[keenely]

[ nancy's been in same sort of mental and emotional limbo ( hah ), rolling with everything that's happening here while simultaneously completely freaked out all the while. it's weird feeling like this is all a game of survival when they're already dead. but it is, and they are, and when she knocks on steve's door it's because she's tired of sitting in her bedroom alone, thinking about all the people she left behind back home, worrying about what kind of hell they're dealing with. the fact that they're not here is a good sign, she's pretty sure, but that doesn't mean what they're living with back at hawkins is really any better.

so, yeah.

she opens his bedroom door once he gives her the okay, not exactly looking sheepish, but maybe a little worried, sure. more unsure than she's probably looked in a long time. not... quite like when she was dealing with the guilt of keeping barb's death a secret, but something's obviously on her mind. she chews her lip, shutting the door behind her, but she only makes it a couple steps into his room before she stops ]

You were? [ took her a second to register what he said, but at least that answers her question of if she was interrupting anything ] I was just- looking for some company. If that's alright? [ she sighs ] Every time I give my brain five seconds of quiet, it jumps right into being mad or sad about things I can't control, so. [ obviously honesty is the best thing, here. she's mostly just tired of acting like she's fine ]