[ it's sharp, immediate, but it's very evident in the way billy says it, in the way he still looks completely and totally awed, that it's not malicious or unkind. immature, maybe, but - whatever.
billy laughs, idly rubbing his free hand over his stripe of green hair from forehead to nape and back again, seemingly just as fascinated watching derek's features shift back to something less... wolfish. there's still a part of him that thinks maybe his leg's being pulled here, but - it's way, way more fun to just believe what his eyes are seeing. a little bit belatedly, he realizes derek's been conversing with someone else off camera - both verbally, and just with looks, too - assumes it's steve, and wonders to himself if he's a werewolf, too. probably, he thinks.
at the mention of contracts, billy straightens up a little, but remains mostly nonchalant, more interested in derek than anything to do with himself or his... current situation. he waves his hand dismissively though this is barely caught on camera at the edge of the frame, and shrugs one shoulder, tilting his head until his ear rests against his shoulder, one eye squinted halfway shut. ]
I did. My - uh. The guy I signed with, he offered me the second room in his apartment, but. [ he drags his nails along the edge of his jaw, scratching lightly. ] My best friend lives down here too, and I want to be able to stick close by. So.
[ the dorms aren't so bad. or, well, they weren't, but they're kind of worse for wear now, in the aftermath of the little turf war that took place down here while billy was stuck in the up partying his life away. there's... room for improvement, and billy has the means to climb the ladder a little, but. it still feels kind of weird. everything is still kind of weird.
billy waves another dismissive hand. ]
Anyway. ... Does that hurt? [ he gestures. ] I mean the teeth and the eyes, all of that. [ ... ] Do you have like - infrared vision or whatever? Is that why they turn red?
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[ it's sharp, immediate, but it's very evident in the way billy says it, in the way he still looks completely and totally awed, that it's not malicious or unkind. immature, maybe, but - whatever.
billy laughs, idly rubbing his free hand over his stripe of green hair from forehead to nape and back again, seemingly just as fascinated watching derek's features shift back to something less... wolfish. there's still a part of him that thinks maybe his leg's being pulled here, but - it's way, way more fun to just believe what his eyes are seeing. a little bit belatedly, he realizes derek's been conversing with someone else off camera - both verbally, and just with looks, too - assumes it's steve, and wonders to himself if he's a werewolf, too. probably, he thinks.
at the mention of contracts, billy straightens up a little, but remains mostly nonchalant, more interested in derek than anything to do with himself or his... current situation. he waves his hand dismissively though this is barely caught on camera at the edge of the frame, and shrugs one shoulder, tilting his head until his ear rests against his shoulder, one eye squinted halfway shut. ]
I did. My - uh. The guy I signed with, he offered me the second room in his apartment, but. [ he drags his nails along the edge of his jaw, scratching lightly. ] My best friend lives down here too, and I want to be able to stick close by. So.
[ the dorms aren't so bad. or, well, they weren't, but they're kind of worse for wear now, in the aftermath of the little turf war that took place down here while billy was stuck in the up partying his life away. there's... room for improvement, and billy has the means to climb the ladder a little, but. it still feels kind of weird. everything is still kind of weird.
billy waves another dismissive hand. ]
Anyway. ... Does that hurt? [ he gestures. ] I mean the teeth and the eyes, all of that. [ ... ] Do you have like - infrared vision or whatever? Is that why they turn red?
[ billy. that's not what infrared... is. ]