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“Yeah you and your shit.” It’s a half veiled snarl, but Billy is reaching over the table to grab the guy by the chin. Sure he’s bought some pot from the guy now and then, everyone in Hawkins that had an itch to scratch always knew Munson could feed addictions. Billy only distantly hears the echoing pitter patter of the rain outside.

“You like making me wait?”

His grip gets a little tight and he leans in close, face twisted just a little. Everyone in Hawkins had their addictions. Everyone. Even Billy Hargrove, the guy that just wouldn’t stay dead no matter how some fucked up creatures tried to kill him. Some days he can still feel that whisper at the back of his head. “Fuckin’ asshole,” Billy sighs a little, nearly leaning in and chasing that warm fluttering breath.

She shouldn’t be surprised, really — Vic’s not stupid, or blind, or any of the other horrible things she’s heard from people who are supposed to care. Doesn’t take a genius or even perfect eyesight to see people treat him like shit and know it doesn’t vibe with her. This isn’t kindergarten; she’s not advocating for the goddamn golden rule, but... Goddamn.

A hand scrubs down one side of her face. Jesus Christ.

“Sounds like a shitty game, man,” she finally offers around a laugh, a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Both hands raise in a gesture of mock surrender, an indication that she doesn’t intend to push. “Hey, you say you’re fine, you’re fine.” There’s a pause as her hands tuck into the pockets of her jeans, head tipping back to fix her gaze on the sky. “Y’don’t wanna talk about it more, we won’t.”

@mvnsons​​ asked: ❝ Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot. ❞ meme // accepting. 

there was a pause in all his movements, except the furrowing of his brows and a small frown that found its way onto his lips. ❝ question is.... why aren’t you dressed up? how am i not sure you aren’t looking like an idiot? ❞ 

movements resumed as she crossed his arms over his chest. so yeah, the costume took some time to get used to, but he didn’t think it looked bad. he has seen worse. well, drawn worse. this was the best of all his designs. ❝ honestly, you look like the dude i saw at the corner mart, so i don’t know if you should be talking. ❞

                Cigarette  hung  from  Lulu’s  lips  –  as  she  struggled  with  a  beat  up  bic  lighter.  “Der’mo!”  Annoyance  caused  a  slip  of  her  mother  tongue.    Lapis  lazuli  eyes  darted  around  for  someone  to  bother  for  a  light.  “You~!”  Eastern  European  accent  less  present  –  now,  while  she  spoke  English.  She  removed  the  cigarette  from  her  lips,  as  she  approached  him.    “Hiiii  –  I  am  Lulu.  I  have  some  questions;  one  do  you  have  a  light,  two  is  there  are  there  any  non-cooperate  places  where  I  could  purchase  my  own?”

@mvnsons​ asked: “ maybe  not  right  now  'cause  it’s  still  daylight  and  there’s  some  normies  around. ” dustin

Dustin looked around before leveling Eddie with a sigh. “Oh come on! When has that ever stopped you?” He demanded, nudging Eddie with his elbow. He wanted to hear the new song. He’d been getting into a mixed tape that his older friend gave him after the Upside Down concert.