[ billy's been in duplicity long enough now that he's got a decent handle on more modern technology and how it works, but even so, he still pauses for a handful of seconds, just watching his phone buzz with an incoming call - a video call, at that, from derek. who billy's never seen before. he blinks at the screen, then shakes himself out of whatever weird zone-out he just slipped into, and then scrambles to stab at the little green answer icon with his thumb, nearly dropping his phone in the process.
the angle, at first, is bad on billy's end, taken from below, shooting the underside of his chin, and as he scrambles to find somewhere to sit, somewhere to prop up his phone, it becomes pretty clear that he's cooped up in one of the dorms in the down. in the end, he keeps his phone in his hand, but settles on his very narrow bed up by the pillows, one knee pulled up so his leg forms a little triangle, the other bent almost the same way, but laying flat against the bed. he rests his wrist on the peak of his knee, phone held steadily in his hand, the camera finally pointed at his face.
derek - doesn't really look the way billy had imagined him in his head, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. he looks - well, he looks like someone who could be a werewolf, maybe. billy squints at his image on his phone, possibly forgetting for a second that derek can see him too, and seems to nod very subtly like, yeah, okay, i could maybe buy the werewolf thing.
billy's seen an american werewolf in london. he remembers the sick transformation, how impressive the effects were, but this is - this is well beyond that, and as derek starts to shift, teeth elongating and sharpening, eyes shifting in color, glowing, billy just - slowly loses his cool. he loses his shit, pulling his phone in close like maybe he's being played, like this is some kind of sweet-ass special effects make-up, and then — shit, claws too.
his mouth opens. his jaw drops a little, eyes almost comically huge in his skull, and for a handful of silent seconds, he just stares. and then he laughs, loud and bright and excited, and maybe he's a little too loud when he says, ]
Holy shit, dude! You— there's no way. I've seen American Werewolf in London - that's gotta be like. That's some kinda special effects shit, right? Come on. Come on. [ he pulls his phone in close again, uncaring about the shitty view on derek's end, and closely examines every little change that's just taken place, murmuring, excitedly, mostly to himself. ] What the fuck. That's so cool, what the fuck.
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the angle, at first, is bad on billy's end, taken from below, shooting the underside of his chin, and as he scrambles to find somewhere to sit, somewhere to prop up his phone, it becomes pretty clear that he's cooped up in one of the dorms in the down. in the end, he keeps his phone in his hand, but settles on his very narrow bed up by the pillows, one knee pulled up so his leg forms a little triangle, the other bent almost the same way, but laying flat against the bed. he rests his wrist on the peak of his knee, phone held steadily in his hand, the camera finally pointed at his face.
derek - doesn't really look the way billy had imagined him in his head, but that's not necessarily a bad thing. he looks - well, he looks like someone who could be a werewolf, maybe. billy squints at his image on his phone, possibly forgetting for a second that derek can see him too, and seems to nod very subtly like, yeah, okay, i could maybe buy the werewolf thing.
billy's seen an american werewolf in london. he remembers the sick transformation, how impressive the effects were, but this is - this is well beyond that, and as derek starts to shift, teeth elongating and sharpening, eyes shifting in color, glowing, billy just - slowly loses his cool. he loses his shit, pulling his phone in close like maybe he's being played, like this is some kind of sweet-ass special effects make-up, and then — shit, claws too.
his mouth opens. his jaw drops a little, eyes almost comically huge in his skull, and for a handful of silent seconds, he just stares. and then he laughs, loud and bright and excited, and maybe he's a little too loud when he says, ]
Holy shit, dude! You— there's no way. I've seen American Werewolf in London - that's gotta be like. That's some kinda special effects shit, right? Come on. Come on. [ he pulls his phone in close again, uncaring about the shitty view on derek's end, and closely examines every little change that's just taken place, murmuring, excitedly, mostly to himself. ] What the fuck. That's so cool, what the fuck.