daughterofawolf | (no subject)

Eponine knows Bev's stayed with this Hopper man before; she knows a little about him from her and from asking around. What he looks like. That he had a child, maybe, or took care of one; that he was a Sheriff, back home, a sort of head of police -- not a trait that inherently makes him more trustworthy, in Eponine's mind -- that there were some strange things that happened where he was from. Just murmurs.

She knows that Beverly likes him, that she trusts him after all that's gone on in the house, after all that's happened to her. And that speaks worlds. It should be enough, too, but Eponine is older than Bev is, and she fancies herself more experienced in worldly things. For all that she's willing to take advantage of men's hospitality when it suits her, she can't help feeling disquieted about the whole thing, having no eyes on the situation. Men, in her experience, are never wholly selfless. At the Home, at least, they were all together, whatever might happen. She can't begrudge Bev for finding somewhere better to stay, but it means another thing to ponder when she wakes from a nightmare and can't sleep again.

More than she'd like, really. She shouldn't worry about people. It's a liability. But here she is, and Bev is her best friend here, a bit like family whether she likes it or not.

She snoops for only a little before throwing the idea to the wind. A few days in, she walks right up and knocks on the door, bold. If she wants to come spend time with her friend, a girl can't be blamed for that.

Threaded | Flat

Hopper's not expecting anyone, but Beverly's here -- she's been here a lot lately, which he actually kind of likes, even if he hates the reason she feels like she can't stay at the Home these days -- and he's used to a time when kids ran back and forth and knocked on doors all the time when they wanted to see their friends. At the moment he's in the kitchen putting together lunch, which isn't much, he's not a cook, but he figures peanut butter and jelly sandwiches aren't too terrible and he's licking grape jelly off his thumb as he heads for the door.

"Yeah, just a sec," he calls, because his hands are sticky and he has to double back and head into the kitchen again to grab a towel, wiping his fingers hastily.

When he opens the door and finds a teenage girl on the other side, he pushes it wider to let her in. Kids in this place aren't as trusting as they were in Hawkins, so he doesn't expect her to just hop on in, but if she's here because she's friends with Beverly, it'd be nice if she didn't think him a complete ass right off the bat.

"Here to see Beverly?" he asks. "I was just making some lunch."