Steve glances over at Jonathan, rolling his eyes as he keeps his composure, humming a bit. ❝ No one asked, but you’re getting it anyways, dipwad. ❞ He scoffed a bit as his eyes rolled, a small sigh. Though, he wasn’t so sure if the Byers boy was being sarcastic or not, but his reply was going to be mean. Steve wasn’t like that, but when it came to Jonathan and other people, he was going to sort of lash out like a protective person. ❝ I’m just saying, what’s so important about playing this game? It’s not like ghosts are real. ❞
His response had been half sarcastic and half serious. When it came to Steve and opinions, the elder boy seemed ready to speak his mind regardless of what he’d actually be saying. It was just a stupid game, yeah. And Jonathan shrugged the opinion off easily. But he also wasn’t going to drop the subject, either. “Why? Are you scared, Harrington?” Jonathan teased, with a raised brow and a cheeky smile. It wasn’t like he really believed in ghosts either.