feet finds themselves halting in place as they finally come upon their destination- but it wasn’t just that reason that had jonathan stopping his movements. no, it was something that he really hadn’t expected- something so eye melting that he couldn’t help but look on in complete awe && shock, maybe just a little bit of aesthetic disgust. what had completely stumped jonathan byers into silence was seeing steve harrington behind the counter of scoops ahoy, dressed to the nines in a sailor boy outfit that was deemed his work uniform.
the photographer brings his hands up slowly, forming a prayer in front of petal lips that were trembling from the effort to hold in his laughter. even honey brown hues were tearing up, the male only managing to hold himself back for a few seconds before his view landed on the little hat that sat upon the nest of perfectly styled hair. it was this, accompanied by the very unhappy expression on steve’s face, that made jonathan lose his shit. it started with a hard snort, a his amusement starting to force it’s way out of his lungs, before they dissolved into a series of clearly amused giggles && chortles. he lets his feet guide him to the counter, the male raking his eyes all across steve’s form before he has to look away, laughs beginning all anew.
he wished desperately that he had his camera with him.
❛ i’m- i’m sorry, i’m sorry... you look good, i swear, ❜ he chuckles softly bringing his head up && forward so he could meet steve’s gaze. ❛ those colors really suit you- brings out the jolly sailor in your eyes. ❜