Riff Had No Idea What The Hell The Thing Was. It Looked Sort Of Like A Dog, But Only If The Dog Had Somehow

Riff had no idea what the hell the thing was. It looked sort of like a dog, but only if the dog had somehow managed to fall into a nuclear power plant before making its way to Hawkins. “No idea.” He didn’t feel like sticking around to find out, either. “Come on, let’s go.” He grabbed Chrissy by the hand and pulled her down the street, heading in the opposite direction of the dog thing. He hoped it wasn’t a threat. He didn’t want the poor person whose yard it had climbed into to end up getting hurt.

Once they were safely down the street, Riff stoped to turn back and stare into the darkness. “Should we tell someone?” He didn’t know who they’d tell. And he didn’t think they’d be believed even if they told someone. Riff had a reputation with the cops already. If he went to them talking about a dog thing that had climbed into someone’s yard, they’d never take him seriously.

@notefinal asked ❝ what is that monstrosity? ❞

It wasn't pitch black quite yet, but night came so much quicker and darker as fall shifted into winter. Growing up in Hawkins — and the conceit of being a teenager with her whole life still ahead of her — meant that Chrissy rarely ever thought twice about walking outside after sunset. Especially with Riff beside her, a sort of talisman against trouble as much as he was a beacon for it.

So when the shadow shot past the corner of her vision she was ready to write it off as one of the animals that occasionally strayed into town from the woods. His exclamation made her turn her head and really look, still expecting something like a particularly ugly dog.

The thing running past on the street was definitely not a dog, or deer, or anything Chrissy had ever seen before — it looked like something out of the fantasy books she sometimes got from the library and hid from her mother, except it was too ugly. Barely a step to the side and she was half stumbling into Riff, reaching for his hand but clutching his arm instead. She didn't mean to repeat his question, but it was the only thing running through her mind as it climbed over a fence into someone's yard. "What is that?"

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He watches intently as she comes closer, just barely leaning into the hand on his neck. His hands go to her waist and he gives her a slight squeeze. “Where’s the fun in that?” If he offered it back earlier, she might have taken it, and Riff would be out of ways to see her again. He could always track her down, but that required more time and effort than he was willing to risk. If he didn’t have his crew, he would’ve done it in a heartbeat, but there was always the threat of mutiny looming, even with a crew as loyal as his. “If I’d offered, you probably would’a taken it. And where the hell would I be now?” Certainly not here. He grins at her. “It’s common sense, sweetheart.”

SHE CARES BECAUSE SHE IS POSSESSIVE. She cares in the same way a cat cares if there is a rat on board of the ship. It is hers and hers alone ; even if she has to bite through a neck to get it. Her gaze drops to the bracelet wrapped around his wrist. PERHAPS TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT SHE TAKES IT BACK. But not because he offers. Tongue clicks against the roof of her mouth as she stalks closer to him. Chest to chest, her hand against the nape of his neck. Better lovers might kiss him. Better women might be kinder to him. He just has to settle for what he fucking got. ❝ Not yet. Not until I say I want it back. But I expected you to have offered before now. ❞ Riff is late to an appointment he never even knew he had in the first place.

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@hatigave said Victoria hands Art a box wrapped in white wrapping paper that she stuck way too many stickers of flowers on. (it contains this)

Art is a little confused at Victoria’s gift. It’s not his birthday, and it’s not Lily’s birthday. He can’t think of any other reason she’d be giving him a gift, but he takes it anyway, unwrapping it carefully to preserve the flower stickers. Lily would probably want them at some point. He opens the box and blinks. The little taco-dinosaurs inside are incredibly adorable, and he picks them up with a small smile. “Where did you find these?” He doesn’t know what he’s going to do with them, but he knows one of them is going to Lily. She’ll probably want the tyrannosaurus rex, which is fine with Art. He can take the triceratops. “Thank you. They’re adorable.”

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