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will the wise and gabe the... great?
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. ✧ ・゜. +・o ✧
The oncoming storm had finally decided to grace Hawkins the following morning, so it was that dark gray clouds sat in fat clusters in the gloomy sky, and, at Mike's house, Ted Wheeler attempted to mow the lawn with a raincoat on, clutching the hood to his head as he battled his way through the fierce winds. It wasn't raining yet, but judging by the rumbling thunder in the distance, it wouldn't be long.
Inside, Gabriel Burton was asleep on the couch, drool dripping out of his opened mouth as he dreamed. He wasn't the only one asleep in Mike's basement—Lucas and Mike were also snoozing, still in their clothes, having had an impromptu sleepover. The three of them were locked into pleasant dreams—Mike's, perhaps, were about getting El back, while Lucas was more than likely reminiscing about the date at the arcade he'd had with Alina. Gabe's dreams never made that much sense—this morning he was on the top of the hill they'd hiked up to set up Dustin's Cerebro, running from the zombies from Day of the Dead—but a lot of these dreams, an alarming amount, really, had the presence of the boy with the floppy brown hair and rosy cheeks, who'd been through so much.
There was one boy who wasn't sleeping, though. He'd woken up an hour earlier and immediately gotten to work, his hands curled into determined fists. Today would be a day where his friends wouldn't be talking about their girlfriends. Today would be a day where they did what he'd always, since the Snow Ball, wanted the party to do, and that was to play a game of D&D.
It wasn't that he didn't like playing with Gabe and Alina, but there was a certain nostalgia that came with playing with Mike and Lucas (and ideally Dustin, but he wasn't here). After all, they'd been doing a ten-hour long campaign the day the Demogorgon stole him. They'd gone to conventions and dressed up like Paladins for Halloween and planned where they would go next at recess. He hadn't done that with the others.
Of course, Gabe was still here—Will had watched him for a couple minutes, not enough to be creepy about it, but to just trace the line of Gabe's jaw with his eyes and reminisce about the day they'd held hands—and Will was excited to bring the two worlds together. So, fully costumed up, his staff in hand, Will moved to the radio, and he clicked play.
