[ billy doesn't really think to turn off his phone - he's not all that used to carrying one yet to even think about it in general, and he hasn't had the misfortune of sending or receiving enough unintended texts - save for the one - for it to be on his mind all that much. he does pocket it though, and once he's outside the dorms, he drops his board and kicks off, trying to remember the way to south park.
by whatever miracle, he manages to not get lost, and just short of fifteen minutes later, he plants his foot down and kicks up his board, catching it by one of the wheel trucks. he can already see marcus in the distance, sitting on top of what looks like a questionably unstable jungle gym of sorts like some kind of king, and when marcus puts his hand up, billy does the same in return and starts to make his way across the park.
it's... eerily empty, but billy figures that's probably why marcus chose this place, even if he doesn't know why. when marcus offers a beer down to him, billy reaches up with his empty hand, pushing up on his toes a little to take it from him. the empty bottles don't go unnoticed, but he doesn't comment on them either. instead, as he drops his board and rests one foot on it, he says, ]
Thanks. [ easy. he grabs the hem of his t-shirt and folds it over the bottle cap, twisting it off and only hesitant for a second before he tosses it away somewhere. this place is already a wreck, a bottle cap isn't going to matter. billy takes one sip, looking up at marcus from where he's standing down below him, and moves to lean his shoulder against the side of the structure. he smiles a little, but it's faint, and raises his eyebrows. ] ... Well. What's up?
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by whatever miracle, he manages to not get lost, and just short of fifteen minutes later, he plants his foot down and kicks up his board, catching it by one of the wheel trucks. he can already see marcus in the distance, sitting on top of what looks like a questionably unstable jungle gym of sorts like some kind of king, and when marcus puts his hand up, billy does the same in return and starts to make his way across the park.
it's... eerily empty, but billy figures that's probably why marcus chose this place, even if he doesn't know why. when marcus offers a beer down to him, billy reaches up with his empty hand, pushing up on his toes a little to take it from him. the empty bottles don't go unnoticed, but he doesn't comment on them either. instead, as he drops his board and rests one foot on it, he says, ]
Thanks. [ easy. he grabs the hem of his t-shirt and folds it over the bottle cap, twisting it off and only hesitant for a second before he tosses it away somewhere. this place is already a wreck, a bottle cap isn't going to matter. billy takes one sip, looking up at marcus from where he's standing down below him, and moves to lean his shoulder against the side of the structure. he smiles a little, but it's faint, and raises his eyebrows. ] ... Well. What's up?