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[heatmetal]

[ his voicemail greeting is just a guitar riff ]

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[retromix]

[ Steve's watching. Sometimes snapping pictures on his phone and feeling like a discount Jonathan Byers, all his shots are less artistic than straightforward. Eddie looks cool though and the animals (even the rats, ew) seem to like him a lot, so he isn't in any danger. Not immediately.

He folds his arms on the steering wheel, cheek pillowed on an arm.

Gonna text him: ]

Cute view.

[heatmetal]

Is this Disney princess shit doing it for you?

[ he seems like he's having a great time, though. Like all these poor misunderstood critters are his flock to tend to and it comes as natural as breathing.

[retromix]

[ If one of those cats isn't named Dustin after all of this ... ]

You're sweet, is all.

[heatmetal]

Not as sweet as you.

[ he might end up with a cat after all of this. The scrawniest and ugliest of them is getting pretty cozy on his lap. ]

[retromix]

Looks like you got a new favorite there.

[heatmetal]

He won't fucking leave. It's Henderson all over again.

[retromix]

[ Freaking called it, he's a prophet. Steve summons a cat carrier in the car. ]

Alright, both of you back in the car.

[heatmetal]

[ he bids farewell to his adoring public, keeping the grubby kitten with him as he stands and makes his way to the van.

He might be pretty when he gets cleaned up. His temperament is sweet, judging by the only reaction to being held out for inspection being a mindless purr. ]

Say hi to your new kid, Stevie.

[retromix]

Another one to start up a college fund for.

[ He nods to the carrier pointedly. ]

In there, please, while in the car. We'll go find a vet, that's gonna be a good idea if it's been living on the streets.

[heatmetal]

You're about to regret everything, lil man.

[ Eddie obliges and the kitten immediately makes his displeasure known. At least until he drops the carrier on his lap. ]

[retromix]

[ Steve's gaze slides to the road as he starts the car. Looks like a day of vet bills and kitty baths are ahead, with no idea if they can even keep it in the hotel. Lots of lying is in the cards to the poor Diadem staff. ]

What's little Hellfire's name gonna be?

[heatmetal]

You know it's gotta be Henderson. If he turns up here and we haven't made it abundantly clear he's still number one, he'll throw a fit.

[ he sticks his fingers through the cage. ]

Might soften the whole 'by the way we're dating' blow.

[retromix]

[ We're dating. A smile flits over Steve's features. ]

He won't care beyond finding any excuse to have us in the same room and playing DND.

[heatmetal]

He'll be mortally offended any time we're hanging out without him.

[ buuuut ]

You will be obligated to join Hellfire.

[retromix]

Nope, not playing.

[ Steve eyes him in the mirror as he drives. ]

Listen, there's not a lot I wouldn't do for you but sitting down at a table for hours and rolling dice for fun does not appeal.

[heatmetal]

Have those little shits seriously not explained the game to you in all these years?

[retromix]

Uh huh, I'm selectively deaf.

[ He rolls down his window and ruffles his hair, enjoying the fresh breeze. ]

Look, I love you but no. [ Whoa, hold on, ] Y'know? Like, yeah, I ... I just don't wanna play.

[ Jesus sweet Christ. ]

[heatmetal]

[ uuhhh.

Eddies suddenly going Red, worrying his teeth between his lips to try to suppress the smile. ]

I'm just saying, Stevie. It's all the shit you clearly love about fighting monsters with none of the actual mortal peril.

[retromix]

Mortal peril's my favorite part!

[ HAHA. Ha. ]

[heatmetal]

It absolutely is not.

[ his smile spreads slowly
]

Protecting the people you love is.

[retromix]

Alright, things are getting a little schmoopy in here. I'm putting it down to the ball of fur and fleas in your lap.

[ He gives the carrier a look. ]

Is he asleep?

[heatmetal]

You sure it's not your big bleeding heart?

[ hee hee ]

Yeah. He came a long way to find a home.

[retromix]

[ Not even gonna respond to the first bit! ]

Let's get him checked out, find some food, and hole up for the night. What do you say?

[heatmetal]

Sounds good to me.

[ he glanced down at the sleeping cat. ]

Pretty sure you just cost me a bunch of nerd shit, buddy.

[retromix]

He's a tiny little guy. [ Glancing over because now he cares about a dumb cat, darn it. ] Is he looking a little emaciated to you? I heard somewhere you have to feed sick animals in small amounts, we should try that after the vet's checked him out.