❛ you certainly can make an entrance ❜
suffocation pit rattles with the sound of chaos, roar of creature that shakes faulty wooden structure as it slams against walls in frantic chase. firecrackers like gunshots fire off in a domino effect following the howl of hawkins’ monster, and steve stumbles through mineshaft window, casting an exhausted salute in the direction of battered dreamwalker in the lower pit. demo-dog will be busy for at least a few moments--he hopes. sunglasses lower as he bends, hands at knees and sputters smoke. “what’s up, smith?”
a moment of mild horror as he finally notices sparks lighting up his sleeve, and steve swiftly snuffs it out on jeans with a few smacks. he shifts on his heels, straightening and trying to resume any sort of dignified posture. “...yeah, you know. one of my many talents.” he holds out a hand, anchoring himself on creaky floor as he hauls quentin up to his side. “don’t thank me yet, i’m out of fireworks.” a loose gesture and the barest hint of a grin--that this had worked, that they might make it--scrabbling and clawing from the literal jaws of death. “so uh, lets make like a tree, or whatever.”












