Steve liked to think of himself as a self-inserted genius, though his diagnosis of anxiety and bulimia made him think less of himself, but people seemed to like him and he was fine with that. ❝ Thanks, I’ll be here all night. I prefer tips, as well. ❞ He smiled his original Steve Harrington smile, the one that got people to like him, however – he didn’t feel like that at all. ❝ Yeah, they call themselves Dungeons and Dragons or something lame like that. ❞ He didn’t know who that kid was, but he sure looked like he would fit in with Mike Wheeler and his friends, truly. ❝ – You must be new here, am I right? ❞
Bill smiled just a little at the joke – okay, so maybe he wasn’t so bad. He seemed nice enough, if not a little….overconfident. Bill raised his eyebrows at the name, wondering if that was really what they called themselves, before giving a nod at the question. “Yeah, j-just m-mm—moved here,” Bill explained. After all that had happened, his parents had the genius idea to go live with his family in Hawkins. Bill wasn’t too thrilled about it, but he hadn’t had much of a choice. “How’d you n-n-know?”
Steve was known to be somewhat C O M E D I C, only to his friends that knew him most, though, he was caring and whatnot, but still very – used to himself, if that meant anything. ❝ Out of all the places here, why Hawkins? ❞ He questions, wanting to know the answer, maybe the other boy was looking for something that they haven’t found, but he wasn’t entirely too sure yet. All he knew was that there was some odd kid in town, looking for something, like they
ALLwere. ❝ I have a sixth sense, kinda psychic, you know?Kidding. ❞