jizzledim | duplicity inbox;

hey. texting. weird, right? still not used to it.

shit, there's so much i want to ask you, i don't really know where to start.
have you been to orientation yet? how are you settling in? do you know where you're living? like, your dorm room.
hopefully you're close to mine. hornytown usa is rough enough without having a friendly face around to distract you.

i need your help with something.
in person, if that's okay. phones have been screwing up - i don't want these messages to go to anyone else.
wait
this is billy, right? it's marcus

Billy.

[ derek's been in duplicity for two years now, but he's still not entirely sure how to start conversations with people he barely knows. billy's just some kid he met on accident, but he's been stuck in his head since before the down went to shit - he's been meaning to reach out and make sure he's okay, and now that things seem to be calm enough for derek to pull away from the more immediate concerns in his life, it feels like now's the time. ]

This is Derek.
We talked. Once.
Uh.
Drugs. Padlocks.

[ not sure if he needs to remind billy who he is, but - either way - ]

Checking in.
Things got rough recently.
You alive?

Where have you been keeping yourself?

( this is also known as 'please tell him you're all right.' )

( from here. )

the most recent time?
he asked me a question and didn't like my answer
which was totally unfair because it was a matter of opinion and not fact
but what was i gonna do?
argue with a rumored serial killer? no thanks
i like my insides on the inside where they belong

the staff went through your bag when we arrived, right?
did they give you back everything you packed?

Yo. You free any time this week?

hey, hows shit going

check ur shit, left u something

[Unceremoniously amongst Billy's things is a small packet, wrapped brown paper tied with twine that contains a small lighter and a little baggie of white powder. The words 'happy holidays, -t' in crooked, teenage scrawl on one side. Don't ask how he found you, how he left it there or whether or not he waited to see your reaction from a creepy window pane.]

BB.

Billy gets a box of a decent size. It's wrapped in plain silver paper and has this name written on a small gift tag. Inside are:

Several cans of spray paint. Black, bright yellow, fluorescent green, neon pink, and electric blue.
A stupid inflatable chair (with a cup holder!)
A little tambourine keychain, along with a note on an index card that says: I dare you to tell me this isn't fun.

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