[ maria is billy's friend, or so he'd like to think, and as far as he knows, she's nice if not a little batshit sometimes, a little fucked up. he likes her, but he can't pretend he knows her anywhere as well as marcus probably does - so maybe he's right. maybe maria would thrive in a place where she wouldn't have chico's boot on her neck - or maybe marcus is just bitter, and self-deprecating. billy can recognize that, too.
there's grit in his left eye when he blinks, so billy presses his fingers against his eyelid, screwing his face up a little as he tries to work it out without scratching the shit out of his cornea. he uses his fingertips first, then gives up on trying to spare his eye, and digs his knuckles in instead, listening quietly at the same time.
trying to make friends, marcus says - he's been trying to make friends, and now he's gotta kill one. seems to be a plan that's been working out well, billy thinks sarcastically, but keeps as much to himself. marcus doesn't need a reminder, and truthfully, billy doesn't really want to think about that too much anymore, either. he focuses, instead, on marcus joking non-offer, and he jokes back, ignoring the brief little flutter of anxiety in his gut.
billy turns sharply to look back over his shoulder at marcus, eyebrows lifting high, eyes comically wide. ] Dude, Harrison Ford is here?
[ he holds his stare for a couple beats before he can't help but laugh, quiet and mostly under his breath as he turns away again, leaning his weight back on his hands. his smile fades quickly though, the vibe a little more serious, maybe slightly hesitant when he eventually speaks up again, raising one shoulder in a shrug as nonchalantly as he can manage. ]
... Hypothetically - hypothetically it'd help you out too, right? I mean, I don't— you've probably got all that covered already, but. If you... don't.
[ he falters, feels like a fucking idiot, kind of wants to hop down, grab his board, and take off, but billy stays. he stays, and he doesn't turn to look at marcus fully, but he does glance sideways out of the corner of his eye. ]
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there's grit in his left eye when he blinks, so billy presses his fingers against his eyelid, screwing his face up a little as he tries to work it out without scratching the shit out of his cornea. he uses his fingertips first, then gives up on trying to spare his eye, and digs his knuckles in instead, listening quietly at the same time.
trying to make friends, marcus says - he's been trying to make friends, and now he's gotta kill one. seems to be a plan that's been working out well, billy thinks sarcastically, but keeps as much to himself. marcus doesn't need a reminder, and truthfully, billy doesn't really want to think about that too much anymore, either. he focuses, instead, on marcus joking non-offer, and he jokes back, ignoring the brief little flutter of anxiety in his gut.
billy turns sharply to look back over his shoulder at marcus, eyebrows lifting high, eyes comically wide. ] Dude, Harrison Ford is here?
[ he holds his stare for a couple beats before he can't help but laugh, quiet and mostly under his breath as he turns away again, leaning his weight back on his hands. his smile fades quickly though, the vibe a little more serious, maybe slightly hesitant when he eventually speaks up again, raising one shoulder in a shrug as nonchalantly as he can manage. ]
... Hypothetically - hypothetically it'd help you out too, right? I mean, I don't— you've probably got all that covered already, but. If you... don't.
[ he falters, feels like a fucking idiot, kind of wants to hop down, grab his board, and take off, but billy stays. he stays, and he doesn't turn to look at marcus fully, but he does glance sideways out of the corner of his eye. ]