dclinqucncy:

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 ALL were. ❝ I have a sixth sense, kinda psychic, you know? Kidding. ❞

“I have f-ff-family here,” Bill said with a shrug, his eyes finding a distant point past the boy in front of him, remembering all that he’d left behind. It was horrifying, what had happened; but he hadn’t wanted to leave. If anything, he’d needed to stay – with his friends, with everything that was known to him. This place was new and he felt remarkably out of place. He’d worked so hard to find his little niche, and now he had to start all over. “My n-name’s Bill, by the way. Bill Denbrough.”