text — un: harrington ;

[fawcetted]

[ It's the kind of network message that pops up in the quietest, darkest part of the night — when it's just a guy and his thoughts and anxieties in an all-too-silent house. He's surrounded by dumpster-quality furniture and a cat-emblemed pillow that veers on possessing suspicious origins, not that anyone can see any of his living quarters through text. ]

i don't want to panic anyone but it's pretty late and it's been a few days and i don't know, maybe i just need to calm down but

does anyone have an explanation for what happens when your soulmate kinda ... goes missing?

[ Steve really wishes there was a proper instructions manual or something. Not that he'd read through it because who has the time for that, but. It'd be something.

The line goes quiet for a moment, or maybe Steve's said what he's needed to say, before another message pops up from the same username. ]

Honestly, shit's going exactly the way I thought it would. Thought maybe Munson would stick around, thought maybe we were, you know, starting to become friends, and you'd think the soulbond thing would count for something but noooo, he just split. Found a way to get out of here, left his phone, went back to Hawkins and didn't have the decency to leave a goddamned note.

Even he couldn't stand the pathetic loser that Steve Harrington's become.

[ And just like that, the message is sent for all to see before the line really does cut off. Embarrassing. ]




[ ooc: in case it isn't clear, the last bit of text is courtesy of steve's very unpleasant shadow who has adopted an edgelord personality circa livejournal 2001. ]

Comments

[redsoil]

User Harrington, I am not going to feed into your fears by guessing at what has happened to Eddie. I will only say that he does not strike me as a cruel human. I truly doubt he has left you behind.

You share lodgings with him, you said?

[fawcetted]

you can call me steve if you want

harrington's my last name

[ And while not uncommon to be called by his last name either, he figures this isn't a high school sports team, and introductions are in order here. ]

and you're probably right, i don't really know what that's about

but yeah we do share a place

why?

[redsoil]

Steve.

[ humans take such odd names. and surnames, at that! when had he missed them forming such grand lineages? ]

You're alone there, aren't you? Without Eddie, I mean. I will come by. Tell me where you are.

[fawcetted]

oh!

uh

sure yeah okay

[ Trusting a complete stranger on the netherwork and inviting them into his home? Sure, why the hell not, right?

He's desperate for help or advice or something at this point. ]

i'm in the harbours i'll send you a map thing

learned how to do it the other day

[ And ping! it goes onto Set's phone. ]

[redsoil]

Let me stop to pick something up in the markets, and I will be there shortly.

[ i zoom to your wildcard option on the log ]

[fawcetted]

[ ur a genius of transition tbh ]


oh cool okay

like snacks?

[ Why are you like this, Steve ... ]