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. ]

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[fawcetted]

i wasn't

i was at the marketplace and he was who-knows-where

when i got back to the place we're sharing, his phone was on the couch but he wasn't around

cue the slowly rising panic that led to this post

[sunmon]

I don't think he left you.
And I'm not just saying that because Eddie is better than that.
Recently, I lost some time. One day it was that festival, and the next thing I knew, I was wandering the Shadowlands with some kind of sickness.

[fawcetted]

whoa seriously?

okay that's kind of the first real lead i've heard so far

so like how did you get out?

also are you okay?

[sunmon]

I wish that I knew.
I'm still figuring it out. I'm not even sure how long I was lost.

[ notably, she doesn't address if she's okay. :) hell no, not touching/sharing that, yikes. ]

[fawcetted]

[ They're strangers, so he won't press. But. He does hope 'sunsummoner' is okay, whoever they are. ]

do you remember anything?

anything at all?

[ He can feel his over-eagerness for answers turn to something like desperation, the anxiety seeming just a little too intense, almost overwhelming.

He's just glad this is done over text; it's a little easier to sound less ... insane. ]

[sunmon]

I'm sorry.
I wish I did.

[ then maybe she could find eddie. he'd helped her so much; it's not fair that she's useless to help him. ]

But if you want to go out there to look for him, I'll join you.

[fawcetted]

[ The disappointed sigh is very rapidly followed by a double-take on rereading the message appearing on screen.

Finally! Someone actually helpful! (Unlike you, Grimmjow!) ]

really?

yeah! yeah that'd be great that'd be awesome

having a buddy system while out there is totally important, you know?

[sunmon]

It certainly wouldn't be any help to Eddie if you went missing while looking for him.
When do you want to leave?

[fawcetted]

any time

now?

an hour from now? i could pack a couple of things and meet you somewhere

[sunmon]

At the harbor?

[fawcetted]

yeah

yeah that's perfect

i live close by