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[camarod]

Have been for a while.

[he's heard less chattering. maybe glanced, saw. ] He should still be here, or some other sentimental shit.

[heatmetal]

[ unless they're now swarming his window. he stares at the window a few moments longer, like he's expecting them to come back the minute he looks away. ]

That's so fucking... [ he shakes his head, curls flying everywhere. ]

Yeah. Probably. We, at the very least, need to clock whatever the fuck just happened in case it's the start of the fucked up shit we're used to.

[camarod]

[he's up in a second, smacking the meat of Eddie's thigh as he goes. ] Yeah that sounds like a real brain stormer for tomorrow.

[he is giving a Look. ] I'll be back in ten. You know what he's like, dude. Try and clean up a bit.

[heatmetal]

[ stop hitting him with your big he-man hands. he makes a show of wincing and rubbing his leg, acting wounded. ]

Fine. I'll make this whole place neat and tidy.

[camarod]

Good, [he says over his shoulder, and doesn't believe him.

Steve is Steve, as always, but he brings, as promised, asking a million questions a second while Billy non too gently ushers him into Eddie's room with a hand on his back.

he does eye Eddie for a second for signs of panic; some miniscule indicator of distress. there's no more bats, sure, but. ]

[retromix]

Eddie? You okay?

[ His questions are relevant, Billy! Steve swings a look around the room for Nefarious Bats(TM) as he heads toward his boyfriend. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he looks nervous, but no more than he usually does when faced with mortal peril and Steve Harrington. The room is clean (ish) with the mess stashed in the corner, Eddie leaning himself against the wall and eying the window.

But Steve wull get a quick kiss and an apologetic hug. ]

Yeah, yeah. I'm all better now.

[retromix]

Billy said there were bats, where did they come from?

[ Wrapping his arms around Eddie, he rubs his back and arms while looking at the window; the broken screen with tiny tears. He turns back to Eddie, reading the nervousness as easily visible as those tattoos. ]

It's okay, I'm here. I'm not gonna let anything near you. Is that where they got in?

[heatmetal]

They didn't get through the glass, but... Yeah. Uh...

[ he grabs for his smashed phone, showing the photo. ]

It was normal bats. Just little guys, but... they really wanted in.

[retromix]

[ That's weird. Also very on the nose ... He Huhs and looks back to the window, jerking his chin. ]

Want me to check they're all gone and fix that mesh? I can give it a try.

[heatmetal]

Careful. Hargrove tried and they were trying to chew on his hand.

[retromix]

Yeah? They probably saw all those kinky photos of his.

[ He gives Hargrove a slanted look that would be derisive if Steve's smile wasn't in his eyes. ]

Spade. [ A spade hisses into his hand (not a bat, you're welcome Billy) and he rubs Eddie's arm. ] Stay with him, I'll be right back. Promise.

[ By the window, Steve edges closer trying to first look around the mesh. Can't see anything there so he peels it back enough to stick his upper body through the window he opens next.

And clangs!! the metal spade on the wall outside. ]

HEEEY, BATS! Any bats out here? I'm Steve Harrington and if you want Munson you'll have to go through me! Can you hear me, you furry little bastards?! [ CLANG!CLANG!! ] Ohh, I bet you don't like that!

[ All that clanging draws the attention from someone a few floors below who shouts up angrily. Steve shakes his spade, arms wide. ]

This isn't about you! Go back inside!

[heatmetal]

[ he backs up a few steps, watching the display with a look that's torn between horror, amusement, and hopeless endearment. he glances at billy, back to the boy halfway out the window trying to defend his honor. ]

Y'know... it's really not fair that we both kicked the bucket when that's his battle plan.

[ but no horde of bats come swooping down. or, well, a singular bat swoops. tiny and chittery and annoyed at whatever the hell this display is, but it flaps off into the night. ]

[camarod]

Awh, did you subscribe Harrington? I’m flattered.

[the spade is - something. wildly not the kind of weapon would choose. he does step in from his respectful distance to put himself in front of Eddie, arms folded, hip cocked. ]

- Exactly. Look at this, he’s a walking target.

[retromix]

[ CLANGG!!! ]

THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT! AND TELL YOUR FRIENDS TO BACK OFF TOO! Little shit.

[ What the hell is wrong with you?! screams the guy a few floors down. Steve yells back, of course. ]

YOU WANT SOME OF THIS? EAT SHIT!

[ Tossing his hair in a huff as he slides back inside, he locks the window and puts the mesh back into place. He specifies, "Steel, opens with a handle", and the mesh turns into thin but sturdy steel around the window, able to be opened so air can still get in the room; it's very specific and fits perfectly. The ozone-clean scent is sharp around him as Steve steps back to survey his handiwork, palm on a cocked hip and shovel balanced back on a shoulder. ]

Oh yeah, that should work. Still lets in the light too. Nice.

[ Then he stumbles over, dropping the shovel. Dizzy and lightheaded. ]

[heatmetal]

Okay, that...

[ billy's between them, and that's all that stops eddie from rushing forward to kiss this stupid stupid boy with everything he has. ]

That was the hottest thing these tired eyes have ever witnessed.

[camarod]

[rolling his eyes:] Stop encouraging him.

[and then, a step forward,] You about to keel over? You’ve been summoming stupid shit all day.

[retromix]

[ Shaking his head, he turns around using the shovel as a prop and scoffs. ]

Nah, m'good. Totally fine.

[ Aside from the nosebleed. ]

[heatmetal]

[ ooohkay no no. eddies ducking around billy to haul this dumbass closer, wiping at the blood with a thumb. ]

Maybe we better get you lain down.

[camarod]

[probably, yes. he's not a fusser; not a mother hen, not like Eddie, but there's a moment where he frowns, remembers his own nose bleeding, remembers so much -

but it's just a nosebleed. just exertion. he sniffs, moves to shift Eddie's Baby out the way - somewhere far away from the bed, from the seating. he doesn't bother with the amp. ]

You got bottles of water in this shitpen, Munson?

[retromix]

I could go for that, sure. Little lay down. Just an itsy bitsy ... Yeah. Is that my blood?

[ Eyes wide, he palms his upper lip and sits down on the edge of the bed once Billy moves things around, flopping on his back. It is blood! Holy shit. ]

El gets this when she does her mental gymnastics inside people's minds. Is this a superpower thing? Ew.

[heatmetal]

Usually only if you've pushed yourself way beyond your limits. Which it sounds like today you might've. [ eddie sits beside him, stroking his fingers through his hair. also checking temperature, making sure this isn't about to be the worst day of his life part 2 electric boogaloo. he glances to billy, gesturing at the fridge tucked in the corner. ] There're some bottles in the mini.

[camarod]

[he murmurs a quiet got it and gets to work looking. grabs two bottles, then something that looks vaguely towel like and runs it under the bathroom faucet. when he returns, he's got a bottle tucked under his arm, and the other dangling precariously through two fingers while he folds the towel-liked-thing into something flat and easy to place on Steve's head.

the bottles he places next to Eddie, then he crouches down, lifts the cloth to Steve's face and gently dabs his nose, rolling his eyes. ] Why am I the only one in this room not having some kinda crisis? You realise how this looks?

[retromix]

What is happening right now?

[ Laid on his back, Steve blinks up at Billy tenderly dabbing his brow and, wow, nose too, so thorough. Oh wait, yeah, blood. Huh. He folds his hands on his middle because it feels polite to do so and it's an active fight not to smile which he half-loses, lips twitching as he glances between them like a spectator at a basketball match.

He definitely overdid it today but that's not important, he's thinking of the window. Eddie having a panic attack ...

Steve's smile fades into a thoughtful frown. ]

Why did the bats come here? Here as in this room, specifically?

[heatmetal]

[ tonight's really a night for billy to explore his soft side. satisfied that steve isn't in immediate danger, he backs off a little to let the man take over being tender. ]

No idea. I just... woke up to a big old pile of bats trying to crawl on in here. [ after a very Ungood day, but that doesn't feel like something he needs to say. ]