[ half a burn, half a genuine question. billy's never seemed the type. ]
i just brought a bunch of shit that went missing. my walkman. a baggie of weed. hennessey. things i'd need to get through all this. i don't know if the staff took it or if someone went through my things.
was any of your shit in your bag when they gave it back? i brought weed too and i still got it so i don't think they would have taken yours if they found it
did you ever end up signing with that one dom you were hanging with
i don't know. i didn't look. i didn't go through my bag until i'd slept through the night. anyone could have got it when i hit the showers. or ate. or anything. i don't know. freaking out a little.
yeah. he didn't take my stuff, if that's what you're asking.
whatever makes your fantasies spicy, man i won't ruin the mystery for you
maybe he didn't take it but did you ask if maybe he put it somewhere safe so people wouldn't raid your shit while you were mia
[ that's basically the same as taking it, billy. ]
is any of his stuff gone
[ less of an implication, and more just curiosity. it'd be weird for someone to dig through one person's stuff and not the other's, especially if they're sharing one tent. ]
considerate. appreciate you. i don't think he would go through my things like that. i mean, he's not me.
[ marcus has a pretty bad habit of snooping through tate's shit, and tate's probably the same, which he knows, but. he can't exactly say to billy "you're right, he probably moved my things without asking" without feeling like he was selling him out, or something. it's a good thought process, though. he'll have to follow it up with him. ]
don't think so. if your stuff is fine, then i'm guessing your dom's is, too. and i haven't heard anyone else talking about this, so. ugh.
well, just share your weed with me. i'll pay you back.
i don't think geralt is a "stuff" kind of guy he's got like swords and that's it and i don't think he brought his swords, so can neither confirm or deny his shit being taken but
i don't know, man i'll help you find your stuff we can get blazed and turn it into some kind of scavenger hunt or whatever maybe get a cute little badge out of it
pretty sure they wouldn't let him keep his swords. they said no weapons. which makes no sense, by the way. i don't know how much attention you paid in our improvised combat classes, but everything is a weapon. you won't let us keep our knives but you basically have an entire festival stall dedicated to ropeplay? okay.
speaking of cute little badges. is that something you're pursuing? the whole merit thing. being a good little camper.
no, but that's what i mean if he didn't bring his swords, which obviously he didn't then i don't know what the hell else he would have brought
anyway, yeah no weapons, but they have a whole stall set up for like knife kink and shit? no guns, no swords, but bring in that bottle of jack you're definitely not gonna use to make a molotov with later we'll even give you the fire to light it up with bunch of amateurs, man
[ that being said, billy doesn't really think camp is all that bad so far. the people who welcomed them with shotguns strapped to their backs were kind of sus, but other than that and the annoying collars, it just seems like... camp. for adults, mostly, but still. ]
what the hell else is there to do here are you just gonna sit in your tent all week jacking off cause not gonna lie that's maybe not a terrible plan but also i am absolutely not here for you if you get a tick on your dick or up your ass or anything
anyway, how am i supposed to swipe a knife from the knife activity if i don't show up where the knives are
his dice? he's a d&d character. what if he left his d20 at home and someone got their hands on it? they could control him. that's his phylactery. man, i can't believe you're dating an elf. does he know about jizzledim?
ideally other people will be jerking me off so i don't choke to death, but yeah, that was the plan. whoever stole my shit didn't take the book i brought, so. i've got that going for me. as for the lake... yeah, okay. could be a decent way to waste time.
goes without saying at this point that i'm here to help you if you need it. badge-wise. collar-wise. etcetera-wise.
we're not dating secondly, if someone rolled a d20 for him and crit, he'd probably still do some badass shit "well, you failed, so instead of beheading the 8 headed dragon, you only behead 3 of them but the other 5 are so intimidated that they back off. also, you pull a muscle."
you think he'd buy it if i told him i'm an elvish thief?
[ he has been going exclusively by jizzledim on the internet, so. maybe he could pull it off, just for shits and gigs. ]
waste time, maybe catch whoever jacked your booze isn't that what people do at camp get shitfaced by the lake if someone did take it, i doubt they're just gonna keep it stashed away somewhere the whole time
anyway, uh same for you badge, collar, quota, whatever i'll let you know by the end of the day if i'm fucked? or... not fucked i guess ha ha
you are such a fucking nerd. i can't believe i'm the one who made a d&d joke and you still manage to sound like more of a nerd than i do. talking about fucking beheading dragons. christ. you suck. that being said, this is kind of a good idea. not telling him you're an elvish thief, but like - d&d. that's something we could do here to pass the time. you could help me build my first character, or whatever.
hopefully they stashed it at the lake so we can just start drinking as soon as we're there. and hopefully we won't get staph infections. there's going to be a lot of skinny dipping this week, man. i hope the water's clean.
if you want the good weed at king's, you learn how to be a fucking nerd and play d&d don't be made just cause i know how to play the game both games
if you want to learn from a pro all you had to do was ask after we get your shit back, we'll make you a character sheet you can be a rogue named ligma
it's lake water chances are it's not clean, dude especially not with half a dozen people fucking in it at all hours of the day should probably skip any fish they serve in the mess hall just in case though unless you're into dick marinade no judgement
[ as for whether or not he'll need marcus - well, billy decides to just keep it to himself that he's come way too close to failing to meet his quota the past month or two, and that was when he had a whole month to rack up three tallies. now he's gotta do it every day for a week? shiiit. ]
i do not believe for one second that you only learned d&d for weed. you love it. dork-ass motherfucker. what does ligma mean?
[ marcus, fuck, no, don't fall for it. ]
wonder why nobody around here gets pregnant. i'm sure they've explained it to us at some point, but christ, dude. there's cum on every surface. can't walk two steps without slipping in someone's load. if that lake existed back home it would literally be called the gene pool.
it means you can ligma BALLS you fucking LOSER i learned d&d for the weed, i keep playing because it's fun you do all that drawing and writing d&d is like the same shit, only instead of writing it down, you talk it out and other people have the opportunity to change the story if they roll their dice right i mean you still write shit down so you can go back and reference it later but you'd like it. you can pretend you're too cool for it, but you're the kinda guy who'd jerk one out over the monster manual
!!! see this is what i fucking mean right here the gene pool? that's fucking world building gold right there holy shit also gross as hell but i just realized there aren't a whole lot of kids around when there should definitely be like at least 12 for every 1 consenting person right what the hell's up with that i mean i'm not complaining cause i sure as fuck couldn't handle being a dad or whatever but still weird
[ he got so fucking owned. holy shit, marcus got fucking owned. he's so fucking embarrassed that he has to just double down and pretend the punchline didn't land, just so billy gets the wind taken out of his sails when he thinks marcus doesn't realize he got owned. but marcus got so owned. he knows he got owned. fuck, dude. moving on. ]
i like the idea of d&d. creating a story. calling things the gene pool. i'm not good at writing fiction. i don't know how. but there are ideas in my head. i think i could do something with them. especially if i had you by my side. you're the creative one. the artist. look at your fucking hair, man. the way you've painted your board. the things you come up with. it's inspirational.
i think you would be a good dad. better than me, at least.
[ absolutely not. billy's gonna coast on this burn for at least an hour. marcus can't take SHIT from him. ]
slapping some bleach and some dye in your hair is not art put some respect on people with actual artistic talent like you. i've seen your drawings, dude and you're so fucking smart you talk like you've got the dictionary memorized, you can't tell me you don't think you could write something all it takes is an idea maybe start from a drawing and build up from there
i'd be a shitty dad, dude look at my role model
[ he should say models, but he can't really blame his mom for her lack of parenting when she was being abused and manipulated and neglected the same as he was. it still sucked though, having to watch his mom stand aside and do nothing, too scared to do anything but plead for gene to stop beating the fuck out of him.
guess that's not really much of a problem anymore now, though. ]
shut the fuck up. you're an artist. you have talent. being a condescending, cynical prick with a decently sized vocabulary doesn't make me "smart". it just makes me an asshole who thinks he's better than everyone. i'm basically viktor. shallow, narcissistic piece of shit who clings to a flimsy identity born out of a lack of true sense of self. so.
[ so. yeah. ugh, why did he write that? why did he say that. marcus pushes on. ]
you have geralt, now. he seems cool. as far as role models go, now you've got an older guy in your life who likes swords and fucks werewolves, or whatever it is he and the rest of his hobbit friends do. but. yeah. i can't promise it'll be good, but i'll do whatever you want. what did you have in mind?
viktor couldn't spell narcissistic if he tried, so definitely not like viktor you're none of those things, anyway i mean, maybe you are as like a mask or whatever self-preservation, etc. but you're a fucking good guy you're a great friend and you're loyal to the people who are important to you and you don't take anyone's shit you see through people's bullshit before they even know they're bullshitting marcus, you're like the best person i know so if you don't stop talking shit about yourself i swear i promise i'll throw you into the jizz pond
[ love you, mean it, you fucking asshole. ]
how exactly does liking swords and maybe fucking werewolves equate to anything related to parenting like. those sounds like reasons why someone maybe shouldn't be a parent maybe not the werewolf thing because like whatever gets you off i guess
[ and also because werewolves are fucking cool. billy knows this from experience - that they're cool, not that they're a good fuck, although he can imagine - but that's not really relevant information. ]
i have absolutely nothing in mind i just think it'd be cool if i had like a piece of you on my board, i guess you can do literally whatever you want
[ a good guy. a great friend. loyal, for that matter - he's a piece of shit who would cheat on his girlfriend if she was fucking crying and going through something that was bumming him out. he's the worst motherfucker alive, and billy's praise is making him feel like his veins are being replaced with barbed wire, and he just shuts up and moves on because if he doesn't he's going to go insane with guilt. ]
i'm just saying. he's cool. older than you. someone you trust. someone who is taking care of you. that's a good role model. you can look to him rather than that sewer rat we got rid of.
"a piece of you on my board". man, you like me so much. yeah, i'll do something. maybe we can find some decent paint in one of these activity stations, or whatever. if you're there with me when i do it, i'll feel a lot better about the whole thing.
none of that matters cause i'm not having some boink city baby with anyone
[ none of it matters because there's nothing anyone could really say that would convince him he'd be a good parent. not with all the trauma he's amassed, not without being terrified that he'd fuck a kid up just as bad as his dad did him. god, hopefully teddy turns out alright.
anyway. ]
yeah, and? you've got your journals i keep all the things i want to remember on my board among all the other random stickers and shit but if you can ask me 8 times if i wear underwear so you've got something to whack it to later i can admit that i love you and i want your art on my deck
[ platonically. maybe a little not platonically but that's a can of worms no one needs to open right now. or at any point, probably. ]
you don't get like doodle-fright? i'll be there. might be cool to watch i'll hand you paint when you need it or whatever
okay, whatever. just saying i think you'd be a good dad. you were a good brother. no reason to think you wouldn't be a good dad, too. but you're right. boink city babyless.
[ he wants to get kind of condescending in response to you've got your journals, but whatever, moving on from that, too. ]
for the record, any time i've whacked it to you, i've done it without a string of invasive questions asked under a guise of faux mocking curiosity. i just whack it to you. without fanfare or investigative journalism. and no, i don't get doodle-fright. why would i get doodle-fright? do you get doodle-fright? if anything, i'd feel scared having your board in front of me without you there to tell me if you like or dislike what i'm doing. that lack of safety net could fuck up your absolute favorite possession in the world. couldn't live with myself if i screwed it up. can barely live with myself now, granted, but.
[ okay. pause. billy was mostly just joking, and it's hard to tell without seeing marcus face and hearing his tone whether he's just playing along with the joke or if he's like... seriously jerked off while thinking about billy.
by now it probably shouldn't be weird - they've screwed around a handful of times to the point that it's just like... something they do, something they maybe don't talk about beyond making dumb jokes about it - and it's not weird now, either. it's just - billy doesn't have a clue what it is.
is it wrong if some part of him kinda hopes that maybe marcus isn't kidding around? probably. it's probably wrong to have a crush on your best friend. moving on. ]
why would i get doodle-fright? no one's interested in watching me scribble all over my board anyway i don't think you could screw it up though art is supposed to be like... subjective, right whatever you draw, however you draw it, is how it was meant to be drawn the person who did my screaming hand put the mouth in the wrist it's supposed to be in the palm but you know what no one else has the same tattoo one of a kind and i think that makes it way better
[ if only billy were the kind of guy to ask his friend, who swears that there's bravery in being honest and does his best to be honest in the face of all potential shame and embarrassment, if he's joking about this shit or not. who knows what he might find out. ]
i like watching you scribble all over your board. it was fun. sitting with you at the graveyard and watching you do things like that. tightening the axels, coloring the wheels in with marker. don't think you ever noticed me watching you, though. and the fact that art is subjective is all the more reason why i should be concerned. i could do something that i think you might like, but it's not a science. you could hate it. so. i don't know. just promise me you'll be there for the process.
[ iiif only. it's funny - he can handle being rejected over and over again by someone like petra, but for some reason, the thought of marcus shutting him down (despite there being next to no evidence to support why he might) and rejecting him is just. a lot. he could deal with it, sure, but - it just seems like a better idea to not potentially put himself through that at all.
then again. this new information kind of makes him feel a little less petrified. marcus was watching him all the time, and billy never even noticed? and why would marcus waste so much time watching billy dick around, touching up his board?
... hmm. ]
i didn't know that you should have said something i mean before now i'd have made it less boring
i really don't think you could paint anything that i would hate like, maybe don't put gene's face on it unless i'm good to grind that shit off before it even dries, but i don't know. if it comes from you, i'll like it i'll be there i want to see how you work i only ever get to see the final product, i don't think i've ever seen you in action before
you weren't ever boring, dude. you're my best friend. you wouldn't be my best friend if i thought you were boring. you're basically my brother. except for the handjobs. weird thing to say. sorry.
[ dot dot dot. ]
i'm irritable and quiet when i draw or write or whatever. i'm basically asking you to sit there while i stress out and snap over nothing. sorry for that, too.
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[ half a burn, half a genuine question. billy's never seemed the type. ]
i just brought a bunch of shit that went missing.
my walkman. a baggie of weed. hennessey. things i'd need to get through all this.
i don't know if the staff took it or if someone went through my things.
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[ who are you? you can't burn him. ]
was any of your shit in your bag when they gave it back?
i brought weed too and i still got it so i don't think they would have taken yours if they found it
did you ever end up signing with that one dom you were hanging with
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i don't know. i didn't look. i didn't go through my bag until i'd slept through the night.
anyone could have got it when i hit the showers. or ate. or anything.
i don't know.
freaking out a little.
yeah.
he didn't take my stuff, if that's what you're asking.
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i won't ruin the mystery for you
maybe he didn't take it
but did you ask if maybe he put it somewhere safe so people wouldn't raid your shit while you were mia
[ that's basically the same as taking it, billy. ]
is any of his stuff gone
[ less of an implication, and more just curiosity. it'd be weird for someone to dig through one person's stuff and not the other's, especially if they're sharing one tent. ]
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i don't think he would go through my things like that.
i mean, he's not me.
[ marcus has a pretty bad habit of snooping through tate's shit, and tate's probably the same, which he knows, but. he can't exactly say to billy "you're right, he probably moved my things without asking" without feeling like he was selling him out, or something. it's a good thought process, though. he'll have to follow it up with him. ]
don't think so.
if your stuff is fine, then i'm guessing your dom's is, too.
and i haven't heard anyone else talking about this, so.
ugh.
well, just share your weed with me.
i'll pay you back.
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he's got like
swords
and that's it
and i don't think he brought his swords, so
can neither confirm or deny his shit being taken but
i don't know, man
i'll help you find your stuff
we can get blazed and turn it into some kind of scavenger hunt or whatever
maybe get a cute little badge out of it
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they said no weapons.
which makes no sense, by the way. i don't know how much attention you paid in our improvised combat classes, but everything is a weapon.
you won't let us keep our knives but you basically have an entire festival stall dedicated to ropeplay?
okay.
speaking of cute little badges.
is that something you're pursuing?
the whole merit thing. being a good little camper.
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if he didn't bring his swords, which obviously he didn't
then i don't know what the hell else he would have brought
anyway, yeah
no weapons, but they have a whole stall set up for like
knife kink and shit?
no guns, no swords, but bring in that bottle of jack you're definitely not gonna use to make a molotov with later
we'll even give you the fire to light it up with
bunch of amateurs, man
[ that being said, billy doesn't really think camp is all that bad so far. the people who welcomed them with shotguns strapped to their backs were kind of sus, but other than that and the annoying collars, it just seems like... camp. for adults, mostly, but still. ]
what the hell else is there to do here
are you just gonna sit in your tent all week jacking off
cause not gonna lie that's maybe not a terrible plan but also i am absolutely not here for you if you get a tick on your dick or up your ass or anything
anyway, how am i supposed to swipe a knife from the knife activity if i don't show up where the knives are
[ ... ]
you wanna check the lake out later?
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he's a d&d character. what if he left his d20 at home and someone got their hands on it? they could control him. that's his phylactery.
man, i can't believe you're dating an elf.
does he know about jizzledim?
ideally other people will be jerking me off so i don't choke to death, but yeah, that was the plan.
whoever stole my shit didn't take the book i brought, so. i've got that going for me.
as for the lake... yeah, okay. could be a decent way to waste time.
goes without saying at this point that i'm here to help you if you need it.
badge-wise.
collar-wise.
etcetera-wise.
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secondly, if someone rolled a d20 for him and crit, he'd probably still do some badass shit
"well, you failed, so instead of beheading the 8 headed dragon, you only behead 3 of them but the other 5 are so intimidated that they back off. also, you pull a muscle."
you think he'd buy it if i told him i'm an elvish thief?
[ he has been going exclusively by jizzledim on the internet, so. maybe he could pull it off, just for shits and gigs. ]
waste time, maybe catch whoever jacked your booze
isn't that what people do at camp
get shitfaced by the lake
if someone did take it, i doubt they're just gonna keep it stashed away somewhere the whole time
anyway, uh
same for you
badge, collar, quota, whatever
i'll let you know by the end of the day if i'm fucked?
or... not fucked
i guess
ha ha
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i can't believe i'm the one who made a d&d joke and you still manage to sound like more of a nerd than i do.
talking about fucking beheading dragons. christ.
you suck.
that being said, this is kind of a good idea. not telling him you're an elvish thief, but like -
d&d. that's something we could do here to pass the time.
you could help me build my first character, or whatever.
hopefully they stashed it at the lake so we can just start drinking as soon as we're there.
and hopefully we won't get staph infections.
there's going to be a lot of skinny dipping this week, man.
i hope the water's clean.
you'll be okay, i bet.
doubt you'll even need me.
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don't be made just cause i know how to play the game
both games
if you want to learn from a pro all you had to do was ask
after we get your shit back, we'll make you a character sheet
you can be a rogue named ligma
it's lake water
chances are it's not clean, dude
especially not with half a dozen people fucking in it at all hours of the day
should probably skip any fish they serve in the mess hall just in case though
unless you're into dick marinade
no judgement
[ as for whether or not he'll need marcus - well, billy decides to just keep it to himself that he's come way too close to failing to meet his quota the past month or two, and that was when he had a whole month to rack up three tallies. now he's gotta do it every day for a week? shiiit. ]
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you love it. dork-ass motherfucker.
what does ligma mean?
[ marcus, fuck, no, don't fall for it. ]
wonder why nobody around here gets pregnant.
i'm sure they've explained it to us at some point, but christ, dude.
there's cum on every surface.
can't walk two steps without slipping in someone's load.
if that lake existed back home it would literally be called the gene pool.
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it means you can ligma BALLS you fucking LOSER
i learned d&d for the weed, i keep playing because it's fun
you do all that drawing and writing
d&d is like the same shit, only instead of writing it down, you talk it out and other people have the opportunity to change the story if they roll their dice right
i mean you still write shit down so you can go back and reference it later
but you'd like it. you can pretend you're too cool for it, but you're the kinda guy who'd jerk one out over the monster manual
!!!
see this is what i fucking mean right here
the gene pool?
that's fucking world building gold right there holy shit
also gross as hell but
i just realized there aren't a whole lot of kids around
when there should definitely be like
at least 12 for every 1 consenting person right
what the hell's up with that
i mean i'm not complaining cause i sure as fuck couldn't handle being a dad or whatever but still
weird
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[ he got so fucking owned. holy shit, marcus got fucking owned. he's so fucking embarrassed that he has to just double down and pretend the punchline didn't land, just so billy gets the wind taken out of his sails when he thinks marcus doesn't realize he got owned. but marcus got so owned. he knows he got owned. fuck, dude. moving on. ]
i like the idea of d&d. creating a story. calling things the gene pool.
i'm not good at writing fiction. i don't know how.
but there are ideas in my head. i think i could do something with them.
especially if i had you by my side.
you're the creative one. the artist. look at your fucking hair, man. the way you've painted your board. the things you come up with.
it's inspirational.
i think you would be a good dad.
better than me, at least.
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slapping some bleach and some dye in your hair is not art
put some respect on people with actual artistic talent
like you. i've seen your drawings, dude
and you're so fucking smart
you talk like you've got the dictionary memorized, you can't tell me you don't think you could write something
all it takes is an idea
maybe start from a drawing and build up from there
i'd be a shitty dad, dude
look at my role model
[ he should say models, but he can't really blame his mom for her lack of parenting when she was being abused and manipulated and neglected the same as he was. it still sucked though, having to watch his mom stand aside and do nothing, too scared to do anything but plead for gene to stop beating the fuck out of him.
guess that's not really much of a problem anymore now, though. ]
hey
will you draw something on my board
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you're an artist. you have talent.
being a condescending, cynical prick with a decently sized vocabulary doesn't make me "smart". it just makes me an asshole who thinks he's better than everyone.
i'm basically viktor.
shallow, narcissistic piece of shit who clings to a flimsy identity born out of a lack of true sense of self.
so.
[ so. yeah. ugh, why did he write that? why did he say that. marcus pushes on. ]
you have geralt, now. he seems cool.
as far as role models go, now you've got an older guy in your life who likes swords and fucks werewolves, or whatever it is he and the rest of his hobbit friends do.
but.
yeah.
i can't promise it'll be good, but i'll do whatever you want.
what did you have in mind?
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definitely not like viktor
you're none of those things, anyway
i mean, maybe you are as like
a mask or whatever
self-preservation, etc.
but you're a fucking good guy
you're a great friend and you're loyal to the people who are important to you and you don't take anyone's shit
you see through people's bullshit before they even know they're bullshitting
marcus, you're like
the best person i know
so if you don't stop talking shit about yourself i swear
i promise
i'll throw you into the jizz pond
[ love you, mean it, you fucking asshole. ]
how exactly does liking swords and maybe fucking werewolves equate to anything related to parenting
like. those sounds like reasons why someone maybe shouldn't be a parent
maybe not the werewolf thing because like
whatever gets you off i guess
[ and also because werewolves are fucking cool. billy knows this from experience - that they're cool, not that they're a good fuck, although he can imagine - but that's not really relevant information. ]
i have absolutely nothing in mind
i just think it'd be cool if i had like
a piece of you on my board, i guess
you can do literally whatever you want
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[ a good guy. a great friend. loyal, for that matter - he's a piece of shit who would cheat on his girlfriend if she was fucking crying and going through something that was bumming him out. he's the worst motherfucker alive, and billy's praise is making him feel like his veins are being replaced with barbed wire, and he just shuts up and moves on because if he doesn't he's going to go insane with guilt. ]
i'm just saying.
he's cool. older than you. someone you trust. someone who is taking care of you.
that's a good role model.
you can look to him rather than that sewer rat we got rid of.
"a piece of you on my board". man, you like me so much.
yeah, i'll do something.
maybe we can find some decent paint in one of these activity stations, or whatever.
if you're there with me when i do it, i'll feel a lot better about the whole thing.
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[ none of it matters because there's nothing anyone could really say that would convince him he'd be a good parent. not with all the trauma he's amassed, not without being terrified that he'd fuck a kid up just as bad as his dad did him. god, hopefully teddy turns out alright.
anyway. ]
yeah, and?
you've got your journals
i keep all the things i want to remember on my board
among all the other random stickers and shit but
if you can ask me 8 times if i wear underwear so you've got something to whack it to later
i can admit that i love you and i want your art on my deck
[ platonically. maybe a little not platonically but that's a can of worms no one needs to open right now. or at any point, probably. ]
you don't get like
doodle-fright?
i'll be there. might be cool to watch
i'll hand you paint when you need it or whatever
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just saying i think you'd be a good dad. you were a good brother. no reason to think you wouldn't be a good dad, too.
but you're right.
boink city babyless.
[ he wants to get kind of condescending in response to you've got your journals, but whatever, moving on from that, too. ]
for the record, any time i've whacked it to you, i've done it without a string of invasive questions asked under a guise of faux mocking curiosity.
i just whack it to you. without fanfare or investigative journalism.
and no, i don't get doodle-fright. why would i get doodle-fright? do you get doodle-fright?
if anything, i'd feel scared having your board in front of me without you there to tell me if you like or dislike what i'm doing.
that lack of safety net could fuck up your absolute favorite possession in the world.
couldn't live with myself if i screwed it up.
can barely live with myself now, granted, but.
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by now it probably shouldn't be weird - they've screwed around a handful of times to the point that it's just like... something they do, something they maybe don't talk about beyond making dumb jokes about it - and it's not weird now, either. it's just - billy doesn't have a clue what it is.
is it wrong if some part of him kinda hopes that maybe marcus isn't kidding around? probably. it's probably wrong to have a crush on your best friend. moving on. ]
why would i get doodle-fright?
no one's interested in watching me scribble all over my board anyway
i don't think you could screw it up though
art is supposed to be like... subjective, right
whatever you draw, however you draw it, is how it was meant to be drawn
the person who did my screaming hand put the mouth in the wrist
it's supposed to be in the palm but you know what
no one else has the same tattoo
one of a kind and i think that makes it way better
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i like watching you scribble all over your board.
it was fun. sitting with you at the graveyard and watching you do things like that.
tightening the axels, coloring the wheels in with marker.
don't think you ever noticed me watching you, though.
and the fact that art is subjective is all the more reason why i should be concerned.
i could do something that i think you might like, but it's not a science. you could hate it.
so.
i don't know.
just promise me you'll be there for the process.
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then again. this new information kind of makes him feel a little less petrified. marcus was watching him all the time, and billy never even noticed? and why would marcus waste so much time watching billy dick around, touching up his board?
... hmm. ]
i didn't know that
you should have said something
i mean before now
i'd have made it less boring
i really don't think you could paint anything that i would hate
like, maybe don't put gene's face on it unless i'm good to grind that shit off before it even dries, but
i don't know. if it comes from you, i'll like it
i'll be there
i want to see how you work
i only ever get to see the final product, i don't think i've ever seen you in action before
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you're my best friend.
you wouldn't be my best friend if i thought you were boring.
you're basically my brother.
except for the handjobs.
weird thing to say.
sorry.
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i'm irritable and quiet when i draw or write or whatever.
i'm basically asking you to sit there while i stress out and snap over nothing.
sorry for that, too.
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