[ marcus isn't loud by nature - he's a relatively quiet guy as far as billy knows him, keeps his head down and his mouth shut until someone gives him a reason to open it. he's not shy, but he picks his battles, saves his energy for the things that matter - but something about this silence feels weighted. billy watches marcus shrug, stands there as he says nothing, and he knows, immediately, that something is wrong. he wouldn't have called billy out here for nothing, wouldn't have told him he needs to see him - for what? to show him a place to skate?
billy takes another sip of his own beer, pushing away from the side of the structure with his shoulder just enough so that he's not leaning anymore. he steps up onto his skateboard, standing idly on it for a handful of seconds as he waits marcus out, and then moves so he's got a little more room between the jungle gym and himself. if he's gonna be here while marcus figures out what he needs help with, billy might as well pass the time turning out a couple ollies, careful not to spill his beer with the pad of his thumb pressed over the top.
he fucks up a kickflip when marcus finally decides to talk, but he doesn't really care. immediately, he snaps his head up, board laid top down over his feet. slowly, he flips it over back onto its wheels with the toe of his sneaker, and he listens.
a hit for 5 grand. marcus hasn't even said it yet, but billy's already made the connection - it's gotta be lin. he thrusts one hand up in marcus' direction, fingers fisted around his beer. ]
I knew it. I fuckin' knew it.
[ he sounds both validated and frustrated at the same time. marcus flops back and billy blinks up at him for a beat before he kicks his board up into his hand and props it up against the side of the structure. climbing up is difficult without two free hands, but billy somehow manages to haul himself up without dumping or dropping his entire beer. he plants his ass down next to marcus, but doesn't lay back, letting his legs hang over the side.
the side of his shoe bumps against the outside of marcus' ankle, unintentional. billy gestures too, waving his beer around haphazardly despite the effort he just put into not dropping it on the way up. ]
Of course it's Lin, man. Why, out of what - hundreds of people? A thousand? Why, out of like a whole city's-worth of people, would some random company reach out to some random guy and ask them to carry out a hit? [ he points the neck of his bottle at marcus, twisting his torso slightly to look down at him. ] Unless they know. The boy's home, King's. Who else here would know about that? I told you, man. This whole place is a test.
[ billy kicks his feet a little, faces forward, his posture poor as he looks out across the abandoned park. after a beat, he turns his head to glance down at marcus again. ]
What'd they do? How fucked up are they?
[ whoever the target is, he means. lin always talked about only killing people who deserve it, so if this is lin, then there's gotta be a reason. not that billy necessarily thinks marcus should do it, but - curiosity killed the cat. ]
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billy takes another sip of his own beer, pushing away from the side of the structure with his shoulder just enough so that he's not leaning anymore. he steps up onto his skateboard, standing idly on it for a handful of seconds as he waits marcus out, and then moves so he's got a little more room between the jungle gym and himself. if he's gonna be here while marcus figures out what he needs help with, billy might as well pass the time turning out a couple ollies, careful not to spill his beer with the pad of his thumb pressed over the top.
he fucks up a kickflip when marcus finally decides to talk, but he doesn't really care. immediately, he snaps his head up, board laid top down over his feet. slowly, he flips it over back onto its wheels with the toe of his sneaker, and he listens.
a hit for 5 grand. marcus hasn't even said it yet, but billy's already made the connection - it's gotta be lin. he thrusts one hand up in marcus' direction, fingers fisted around his beer. ]
I knew it. I fuckin' knew it.
[ he sounds both validated and frustrated at the same time. marcus flops back and billy blinks up at him for a beat before he kicks his board up into his hand and props it up against the side of the structure. climbing up is difficult without two free hands, but billy somehow manages to haul himself up without dumping or dropping his entire beer. he plants his ass down next to marcus, but doesn't lay back, letting his legs hang over the side.
the side of his shoe bumps against the outside of marcus' ankle, unintentional. billy gestures too, waving his beer around haphazardly despite the effort he just put into not dropping it on the way up. ]
Of course it's Lin, man. Why, out of what - hundreds of people? A thousand? Why, out of like a whole city's-worth of people, would some random company reach out to some random guy and ask them to carry out a hit? [ he points the neck of his bottle at marcus, twisting his torso slightly to look down at him. ] Unless they know. The boy's home, King's. Who else here would know about that? I told you, man. This whole place is a test.
[ billy kicks his feet a little, faces forward, his posture poor as he looks out across the abandoned park. after a beat, he turns his head to glance down at marcus again. ]
What'd they do? How fucked up are they?
[ whoever the target is, he means. lin always talked about only killing people who deserve it, so if this is lin, then there's gotta be a reason. not that billy necessarily thinks marcus should do it, but - curiosity killed the cat. ]