#harringrove edit

Steve's vision from Vecna has claws.

| 𝕴 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖐 𝕿𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝕶𝖓𝖔𝖜 | ♫

I swear the voices on the radio keep talking to me

"Welcome to the Midnight Orchid Hotel Mr. Hargrove. Make sure to return from your hike before sunset."

Billy leans over the counter, far enough to get into the receptionist's personal space and flashes his most charming smile. "Or what, pretty boy? You're gonna miss me?"

From up close he can read the name tag: Harrington. The man takes a drag from his cigarette and exhales smoke slowly in Billy's face. His eyes are hooded, long eyelashes fluttering against pale cheeks. And he almost succeeds in putting on a show of being completely unaffected if it weren't for that tense line of his shoulders.