[ technology is great and all, but billy is starting to get tired of holding his phone to participate in this video call pretty quick. the call itself is engaging enough, and he has no interest or intention of ending this anytime soon - sorry, derek - but he's gotta find somewhere to put his phone down so he can sit more comfortably, and not have to worry about keeping a steady hand or staying in frame or whatever else. billy unfolds his legs and scoots his butt to the edge of his bed so he can stand, taking his phone with him as he does, though he doesn't make much of an effort of staying in focus or in frame for now.
his skateboard is propped up by the door where he tends to leave it more often than not (easy to grab on the way out, easy to prop up under the doorknob just in case... things happen.. again), so he grabs that and takes it back to his bed, listening to derek explain how he relates to billy in that he, too, spent all of his time hanging around his friend. he snorts quietly out his nose, climbing back up onto his bed. ]
Yeah, but, [ billy plops down, crosses his legs and folds them under each other, slaps his board down on its side on the mattress, wheels facing out and away from him. everything looks kind of blair witch for a couple seconds as he settles, and then billy extends his arms and props his phone up against his board deck.
there. now he doesn't have to hold it, and he can sit however he wants - which is just exactly how he is now, but now he can rest his elbows on his knees and keep his hands free. ] Isn't Steve also your boyfriend or whatever? Of course you'd spend all your time with him.
[ nevermind that derek told him, once, that he and steve didn't get together until after they both showed up here, after knowing each other for - what, two years? anyway. billy's not really sure what that says about him and how all he wants to do most days is hang out with marcus, so he decides not to think about it too much and moves on. ]
Ugh, but you've got super senses. That's rad. ... Well, kinda [ he lifts one hand, holds it so his palm is parallel to the mattress, and then teeter-totters his hand back and forth a couple times, as if to say hit or miss ] on the scents thing, right? One bad fart and it's—
[ he swipes his hand in front of his throat in a slicing motion and laughs for a second. fart jokes. classic. ]
But still. That's gotta be so cool, dude. [ he pauses here for a second, wets his lips, absently adjusts the thick chain around his neck as he looks into the camera. ] You're gonna wish you were deaf after this, though. Don't say I didn't warn you.
[ if derek thinks billy's gonna shy away from howling like an idiot, he's dead wrong. billy straightens his spine, starts to clear his throat obnoxiously, ahem-hem-hem-hem-ing as he shakes both of his hands out. clearly, this is a full body experience, but eventually, he cups his hands on either side of his mouth, and he just goes for it.
it's very stereotypical as far as howls go, your basic aouuuuuuu that starts out at a higher pitch and drops gradually to a lower, bassline note that eventually fades out once billy runs out of breath. there's nothing remarkable about it, honestly - it sounds like every regular kid who's ever pretended to howl at the moon - but next to scott mccall's shitty rendition of a cat begging for death, it's not that bad.
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his skateboard is propped up by the door where he tends to leave it more often than not (easy to grab on the way out, easy to prop up under the doorknob just in case... things happen.. again), so he grabs that and takes it back to his bed, listening to derek explain how he relates to billy in that he, too, spent all of his time hanging around his friend. he snorts quietly out his nose, climbing back up onto his bed. ]
Yeah, but, [ billy plops down, crosses his legs and folds them under each other, slaps his board down on its side on the mattress, wheels facing out and away from him. everything looks kind of blair witch for a couple seconds as he settles, and then billy extends his arms and props his phone up against his board deck.
there. now he doesn't have to hold it, and he can sit however he wants - which is just exactly how he is now, but now he can rest his elbows on his knees and keep his hands free. ] Isn't Steve also your boyfriend or whatever? Of course you'd spend all your time with him.
[ nevermind that derek told him, once, that he and steve didn't get together until after they both showed up here, after knowing each other for - what, two years? anyway. billy's not really sure what that says about him and how all he wants to do most days is hang out with marcus, so he decides not to think about it too much and moves on. ]
Ugh, but you've got super senses. That's rad. ... Well, kinda [ he lifts one hand, holds it so his palm is parallel to the mattress, and then teeter-totters his hand back and forth a couple times, as if to say hit or miss ] on the scents thing, right? One bad fart and it's—
[ he swipes his hand in front of his throat in a slicing motion and laughs for a second. fart jokes. classic. ]
But still. That's gotta be so cool, dude. [ he pauses here for a second, wets his lips, absently adjusts the thick chain around his neck as he looks into the camera. ] You're gonna wish you were deaf after this, though. Don't say I didn't warn you.
[ if derek thinks billy's gonna shy away from howling like an idiot, he's dead wrong. billy straightens his spine, starts to clear his throat obnoxiously, ahem-hem-hem-hem-ing as he shakes both of his hands out. clearly, this is a full body experience, but eventually, he cups his hands on either side of his mouth, and he just goes for it.
it's very stereotypical as far as howls go, your basic aouuuuuuu that starts out at a higher pitch and drops gradually to a lower, bassline note that eventually fades out once billy runs out of breath. there's nothing remarkable about it, honestly - it sounds like every regular kid who's ever pretended to howl at the moon - but next to scott mccall's shitty rendition of a cat begging for death, it's not that bad.
billy seems proud of it, at least. ]