[His gaze moves down to her fiddling. It is small, but he thinks he can make out the shape of a rose there. Suits her, he thinks, and the color of her hair.]
Maybe. I wouldn't know anything about how this place runs itself. [He's just from small town Hawkins and its many eldritch horrors, or something.] But do you know if anyone's gotten to go home?
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Maybe. I wouldn't know anything about how this place runs itself. [He's just from small town Hawkins and its many eldritch horrors, or something.] But do you know if anyone's gotten to go home?