[ the as you wish, my liege gets steve to roll his eyes, the dramatics expected by now but even now steve can't just let eddie get away without reacting to it. still, Eddie takes the bottles and steve nods, heading off across the space and towards a door labeled Doctor Badass Is Out. without hesitation, steve pushes through - assuming that eddie will follow as he goes. ]
Judas Priest? That's your only suggestion?
[ inside the door is a reinforced set of concrete steps that descend underground to the far larger, more expansive structure beneath. steve moves quickly down the hallway, the slight nervous energy of feeling like he's sneaking in somewhere he's not supposed to be. if eddie wants to try and look, the bunker they're moving through is much more inviting than anything steve had cooped up down in his own bunker, with wooden paneling and bookshelves, warm lamps and marble floored hallways.
he'll continue down a long door-lined hallway, trying his best to move quickly but still look casual. there is a flutter in his stomach that he knows, though it feels...weird. or- not weird, actually. these nerves have been around for a while now, probably before even the singularity dream, but it's only been recently that steve feels like he knows what they're related to. what this might be about.
it's why they're here, after all. dustin's disappearance is a heavy shadow over every thought they've had, every decision they've made, but steve... god. he knows exactly what dustin would say, has heard exactly what dustin would say, back in those memories, back in those years that didn't really exist. it's what pushes steve forward even now, through the hallway and towards a large garage door.
he presses a button, and the door lifts - revealing a massive underground garage full of expensive, beautiful classic cars, sports cars, muscle cars (the impala, too, just there). it's a sight, takes steve's breath away every time he sees it, but they're not here for him. he looks to eddie when the door is fully open, knowing that while they don't feel the same when it comes to cars, it's kind of hard not to be impressed by the sight.
he waits for eddie's reaction, his eyes on him instead of the sight before them. ]
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Judas Priest? That's your only suggestion?
[ inside the door is a reinforced set of concrete steps that descend underground to the far larger, more expansive structure beneath. steve moves quickly down the hallway, the slight nervous energy of feeling like he's sneaking in somewhere he's not supposed to be. if eddie wants to try and look, the bunker they're moving through is much more inviting than anything steve had cooped up down in his own bunker, with wooden paneling and bookshelves, warm lamps and marble floored hallways.
he'll continue down a long door-lined hallway, trying his best to move quickly but still look casual. there is a flutter in his stomach that he knows, though it feels...weird. or- not weird, actually. these nerves have been around for a while now, probably before even the singularity dream, but it's only been recently that steve feels like he knows what they're related to. what this might be about.
it's why they're here, after all. dustin's disappearance is a heavy shadow over every thought they've had, every decision they've made, but steve... god. he knows exactly what dustin would say, has heard exactly what dustin would say, back in those memories, back in those years that didn't really exist. it's what pushes steve forward even now, through the hallway and towards a large garage door.
he presses a button, and the door lifts - revealing a massive underground garage full of expensive, beautiful classic cars, sports cars, muscle cars (the impala, too, just there). it's a sight, takes steve's breath away every time he sees it, but they're not here for him. he looks to eddie when the door is fully open, knowing that while they don't feel the same when it comes to cars, it's kind of hard not to be impressed by the sight.
he waits for eddie's reaction, his eyes on him instead of the sight before them. ]
Not bad, huh?