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.
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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.
how much time did you spend with the dixies while nobody was looking, marcus
[ kidding. billy feels the same way. minus the whole jerking off your brother, thing, and maybe with a little more feelings that he wants to fess up to, but. marcus is his ride or die. ]
don't worry about that, dude i'll set you up with a joint, i got you puff, pass, paint
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not to continue to exploit your talents but i've been thinking about getting some more ink done so if you wanted to draw something up for that too i wouldn't be opposed i'll pay you for both things
that is so much more pressure than drawing on your board. if i fuck up your board, you can just clean it off. if i fuck up a tattoo design and you get it anyway just to be nice, i'll fucking throw myself off a cliff. or, worse, if i fuck up a tattoo design, you get it because you like it, and then find a flaw in the lineart or something that you can't unsee that's just stuck on your body forever - or if you end up hating the tattoo in five years or something that's so fucking much, man.
[ a pause. ]
i mean obviously i'll draw something up for you but it's going to gargle balls.
tattoos can be covered up not that i'm worried about it, but you're stressing way too much if i didn't trust you to do something dope, i wouldn't ask
and anyway you're an expert when it comes to gargling balls, ligma so what do i really have to worry about
don't feel pressured though like if it really stresses you out that much, you don't have to it was just something i thought about so i thought i'd ask but it's totally not a big deal if you'd rather not
i'm not stressing, i'm just being realistic. and attempting to couch your expectations. i don't have your skatepunk aesthetic on brand. i usually just draw sketches of people and shit like that. so.
[ so he kind of wants to draw billy on his board, but maybe that would be garish and obnoxious and fuck with billy's street cred. maybe he'll draw geralt. fuck, whatever, he's got time. ]
i want to do it. i just don't want to disappoint you. sorry for making this a whole thing instead of just diving into this like a normal person.
green and messy that's the beginning and end of my aesthetic if i even have one of those the bar is very low, dude i don't know how to stress enough that it's not even really about the art it's about you? like. whatever you do, that's the point you did it. draw a big fat dick on my board if you want to, i don't care i'm still gonna be like hell yeah, my best friend ligma did that, how fucking cool is that
[ okay. maybe billy doesn't want a fat schlong tattooed somewhere on his body - he might be pretty okay with his sexuality, but he's also not trying to get bashed whenever they figure out how the hell to get back home where people maybe aren't necessarily as chill as they seem to be in duplicity, but. fuck it - if that's what marcus came up with, then a big ol' dick it is. ]
drawing oscar the grouch on your board, then. ... actually, that was a joke, but it could be pretty good. oscar smoking weed. there's a contender for a tattoo. oscar smoking weed and stroking his big fat trash dick.
[ he is extremely pointedly refusing to comment on "ligma". that's happened twice, now. marcus should show restraint, rather than play his cards by immediately going for the kill, but he has exactly one trap card he knows how to use in response, and he's going to have to fucking play it. he'll give it a couple of seconds, but. it's coming. ]
i want piercings. i'd like to get my ears done. studs. rings. shit like that. maybe my brow, too. tattoos are so permanent, though... i like the concept, but you know me. i'm indecisive. noncommittal, sometimes. i don't know if i could. but i would like to. a more polished, refined version of me would get one.
not gonna lie, i don't hate it not sure how you'd get his dick in it considering it's probably massive not sure there's enough room for all that
you should get something done when camp's over hell, i think there's some kind of body decorating thing going on maybe if you get scheduled for that, turn up and get it done for free maybe get an infection for free too, but you get what you pay for?
if you wait, though i'll go with you, get something done too we can go to that one place in the down i do think you'd look sick with a brow piercing
you don't need to come with me when i get a piercing. i mean, i wouldn't say no, but. i'm not going to make you waste an entire afternoon on watching me get jabbed through the forehead with a needle.
that doesn't sound like an invitation or like you want it just sounds like you'd deal with a bj if you had to
[ he doesn't know why he's tiptoeing around this - it's not the first time he and billy have talked about... things of this nature. marcus just still hasn't fully grasped that whole brave honesty thing. ]
not sure i want you flirting with someone while they're jabbing hot metal spikes into my face assuming she's the one doing it and assuming you even have the guts to say something to her
[ billy doesn't know why he always tiptoes around this shit, either. on the one hand, he doesn't really care what anyone thinks about his sexuality anymore - he's been called enough names, beaten up enough times by peers and family alike that at this point it's just - less tiring to not care about it, and he doesn't really think marcus would be shitty to him if he were to just come straight (ha) out and say that he's into chicks and dudes alike, if that much isn't already staggeringly obvious, but.
but it would really, really suck if marcus was, shitty about it, and the slight, lingering fear that maybe he could be wrong about his friend, and the fear of rejection itself, is probably what holds him back the most. you know, friendly handjobs aside. ]
i've dyed her hair for her and you think i don't have the guts to talk to her? i've been inside her house, marcus
[ and none of that means anything because he'd probably still trip over his words if harley was at work while he was tagging along with marcus to get pierced. irrelevant. ]
anyway, like everyone she's way way out of my league i just think she's cool, that's it
i'm not into begging. i'm into hearing literally any semblance of sincerity from the person i'm trying to hook up with. just a simple "yes, marcus, i would love for you to suck my cock" would do. god damn.
[ he's - not sure why he's irritated, but. whatever. fear of rejection, maybe. they're the same, in that regard. ]
do you want me to give you a crash course in asking girls out? not that i have much experience, either, but i saw how badly you screwed up with petra.
did i not say that? "blow me dude", is that not the same thing? you're the poet here, dude, cut me some slack
okay listen i may have come on a little strong telling her that i was in love with her but in my defense god had abandoned us, left me hanging, so that's not my fault like who seriously doesn't have quaker oats in their house? even when we were shit broke at home we still had quaker oats
come to think of it i haven't seen a single box of quaker oats since i got here. the whole city, i mean. obviously. not just camp. maybe thats what we can do once we're back. raid whatever stores will serve us on an insatiable quest for cereal.
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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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[ kidding. billy feels the same way. minus the whole jerking off your brother, thing, and maybe with a little more feelings that he wants to fess up to, but. marcus is his ride or die. ]
don't worry about that, dude
i'll set you up with a joint, i got you
puff, pass, paint
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not to continue to exploit your talents
but i've been thinking about getting some more ink done
so if you wanted to draw something up for that too
i wouldn't be opposed
i'll pay you
for both things
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that is so much more pressure than drawing on your board.
if i fuck up your board, you can just clean it off.
if i fuck up a tattoo design and you get it anyway just to be nice, i'll fucking throw myself off a cliff.
or, worse, if i fuck up a tattoo design, you get it because you like it, and then find a flaw in the lineart or something that you can't unsee that's just stuck on your body forever -
or if you end up hating the tattoo in five years or something
that's so fucking much, man.
[ a pause. ]
i mean obviously i'll draw something up for you
but it's going to gargle balls.
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not that i'm worried about it, but you're stressing way too much
if i didn't trust you to do something dope, i wouldn't ask
and anyway
you're an expert when it comes to gargling balls, ligma
so what do i really have to worry about
don't feel pressured though
like if it really stresses you out that much, you don't have to
it was just something i thought about so i thought i'd ask but it's totally not a big deal if you'd rather not
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i don't have your skatepunk aesthetic on brand.
i usually just draw sketches of people and shit like that.
so.
[ so he kind of wants to draw billy on his board, but maybe that would be garish and obnoxious and fuck with billy's street cred. maybe he'll draw geralt. fuck, whatever, he's got time. ]
i want to do it.
i just don't want to disappoint you.
sorry for making this a whole thing instead of just diving into this like a normal person.
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that's the beginning and end of my aesthetic
if i even have one of those
the bar is very low, dude
i don't know how to stress enough that it's not even really about the art
it's about you? like. whatever you do, that's the point
you did it. draw a big fat dick on my board if you want to, i don't care
i'm still gonna be like
hell yeah, my best friend ligma did that, how fucking cool is that
[ okay. maybe billy doesn't want a fat schlong tattooed somewhere on his body - he might be pretty okay with his sexuality, but he's also not trying to get bashed whenever they figure out how the hell to get back home where people maybe aren't necessarily as chill as they seem to be in duplicity, but. fuck it - if that's what marcus came up with, then a big ol' dick it is. ]
would you ever get a tattoo?
piercing?
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... actually, that was a joke, but it could be pretty good.
oscar smoking weed. there's a contender for a tattoo.
oscar smoking weed and stroking his big fat trash dick.
[ he is extremely pointedly refusing to comment on "ligma". that's happened twice, now. marcus should show restraint, rather than play his cards by immediately going for the kill, but he has exactly one trap card he knows how to use in response, and he's going to have to fucking play it. he'll give it a couple of seconds, but. it's coming. ]
i want piercings. i'd like to get my ears done.
studs. rings. shit like that. maybe my brow, too.
tattoos are so permanent, though... i like the concept, but you know me.
i'm indecisive. noncommittal, sometimes.
i don't know if i could.
but i would like to.
a more polished, refined version of me would get one.
oh, that reminds me.
did you hear about deez?
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not sure how you'd get his dick in it considering it's probably massive
not sure there's enough room for all that
you should get something done when camp's over
hell, i think there's some kind of body decorating thing going on
maybe if you get scheduled for that, turn up and get it done for free
maybe get an infection for free too, but
you get what you pay for?
if you wait, though
i'll go with you, get something done too
we can go to that one place in the down
i do think you'd look sick with a brow piercing
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you don't need to come with me when i get a piercing.
i mean, i wouldn't say no, but.
i'm not going to make you waste an entire afternoon on watching me get jabbed through the forehead with a needle.
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wouldn't say no to getting this one a day thing out of the way early
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oh yeah because my afternoons are so busy these days
i'm not gonna pass up an opportunity to watch you squirm
[ does billy really think marcus would have any issue getting a piercing? absolutely not, but it's fun to rag on your friends sometimes. ]
and the hot lady who owns the place might be there too, so
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or like you want it
just sounds like you'd deal with a bj if you had to
[ he doesn't know why he's tiptoeing around this - it's not the first time he and billy have talked about... things of this nature. marcus just still hasn't fully grasped that whole brave honesty thing. ]
not sure i want you flirting with someone while they're jabbing hot metal spikes into my face
assuming she's the one doing it
and assuming you even have the guts to say something to her
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if you're into begging just say it
[ billy doesn't know why he always tiptoes around this shit, either. on the one hand, he doesn't really care what anyone thinks about his sexuality anymore - he's been called enough names, beaten up enough times by peers and family alike that at this point it's just - less tiring to not care about it, and he doesn't really think marcus would be shitty to him if he were to just come straight (ha) out and say that he's into chicks and dudes alike, if that much isn't already staggeringly obvious, but.
but it would really, really suck if marcus was, shitty about it, and the slight, lingering fear that maybe he could be wrong about his friend, and the fear of rejection itself, is probably what holds him back the most. you know, friendly handjobs aside. ]
i've dyed her hair for her and you think i don't have the guts to talk to her?
i've been inside her house, marcus
[ and none of that means anything because he'd probably still trip over his words if harley was at work while he was tagging along with marcus to get pierced. irrelevant. ]
anyway, like everyone
she's way way out of my league
i just think she's cool, that's it
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i'm into hearing literally any semblance of sincerity from the person i'm trying to hook up with.
just a simple "yes, marcus, i would love for you to suck my cock" would do.
god damn.
[ he's - not sure why he's irritated, but. whatever. fear of rejection, maybe. they're the same, in that regard. ]
do you want me to give you a crash course in asking girls out?
not that i have much experience, either, but i saw how badly you screwed up with petra.
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"blow me dude", is that not the same thing?
you're the poet here, dude, cut me some slack
okay listen
i may have come on a little strong telling her that i was in love with her but in my defense
god had abandoned us, left me hanging, so that's not my fault
like who seriously doesn't have quaker oats in their house?
even when we were shit broke at home we still had quaker oats
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nvm
come to think of it i haven't seen a single box of quaker oats since i got here.
the whole city, i mean. obviously. not just camp.
maybe thats what we can do once we're back.
raid whatever stores will serve us on an insatiable quest for cereal.
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do you really think i'm not being sincere
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