[ there's a part of him that half-expects marcus to stay up on the platform, tell him he was just messing around, ha ha, what are you, gay? there's another part of him that feels bad for associating that kind of behavior with marcus at all, when marcus has never done or said anything warrant that kind of fear - but marcus hops down and billy does this weird little bounce on his heels, fingers curled around the wheel trucks, board balanced on it's nose. he teeters his board back and forth a bit, laughs when marcus jokes. ]
What, and get Tetanus Dick? Super sexy, maybe you're right.
[ despite his previous anxiety, it feels - easier, somehow, to joke. less like he has to say something funny or distracting to keep the pressure off. marcus breezes on past him. billy stares at the back of his head for a few beats as he retreats, and then he drops his board and steps up onto it, pushing off lazily with one foot and in no real rush to catch up to marcus. he veers around the bottle marcus drops, gives another easy push before he's cruising, barely, next to marcus. honestly, it would probably be easier to walk at this pace.
as marcus presents the option to back out, billy just looks at him, trying to figure out if he's just trying to be nice, or trying to talk himself out of this, even though he's the one who originally proposed it. in the end, he decides not to acknowledge it directly, and instead, he kicks his board up into his hand and slings his other arm around the back of marcus' neck, palm lightly bumping against his chest. nonchalant. easy. it's what he's good at. ]
Yeah, well. We're all a little fucked up upstairs, aren't we.
[ he's thinking about the hit again, though, because marcus brought it up, and presses his lips together, leaving his arm where it is around marcus' shoulders. billy's not sure if they're going anywhere in particular, but he suddenly tugs a little to guide marcus in the direction of the dorms - he doesn't really know of anywhere else, he can prop his board under the door handle to keep his room mate out while they fuck around - and, afterwards, billy can give marcus the butterfly knife he's been keeping under his mattress. ]
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What, and get Tetanus Dick? Super sexy, maybe you're right.
[ despite his previous anxiety, it feels - easier, somehow, to joke. less like he has to say something funny or distracting to keep the pressure off. marcus breezes on past him. billy stares at the back of his head for a few beats as he retreats, and then he drops his board and steps up onto it, pushing off lazily with one foot and in no real rush to catch up to marcus. he veers around the bottle marcus drops, gives another easy push before he's cruising, barely, next to marcus. honestly, it would probably be easier to walk at this pace.
as marcus presents the option to back out, billy just looks at him, trying to figure out if he's just trying to be nice, or trying to talk himself out of this, even though he's the one who originally proposed it. in the end, he decides not to acknowledge it directly, and instead, he kicks his board up into his hand and slings his other arm around the back of marcus' neck, palm lightly bumping against his chest. nonchalant. easy. it's what he's good at. ]
Yeah, well. We're all a little fucked up upstairs, aren't we.
[ he's thinking about the hit again, though, because marcus brought it up, and presses his lips together, leaving his arm where it is around marcus' shoulders. billy's not sure if they're going anywhere in particular, but he suddenly tugs a little to guide marcus in the direction of the dorms - he doesn't really know of anywhere else, he can prop his board under the door handle to keep his room mate out while they fuck around - and, afterwards, billy can give marcus the butterfly knife he's been keeping under his mattress. ]