Billy ✂ oo4

[aimforthesun]

Who: Billy and vatheon!
Where: Random street
When: Noon
Style: Either
Status: Open~

[This isn't happening. This isn't happening.

He'd already been dreading this week enough when the costumes and masks came along-but now? He'd choose losing his memories over this. Over seeing them again, and hearing their voices

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[redcloakedthief]

[And there is Matthew, eyes half-lidded, expression exhausted and pained. But he sees Billy's panicked run and steps forward, dropping from the roof to the ground and trying very hard to ignore the beautiful woman who follows him.

For a moment he just watches, wearily. And then--]

Billy. Breathe.

[redcloakedthief]

[...He understands more than Billy probably knows, and just sighs, shaking his head.

And then? Then he slumps against the wall and slides to a seated position on the floor.]

...We've got a few days left of this curse. It's probably only going to get worse.

But just listening to the voices is going to drive you crazy.

[aimforthesun]

[He doesn't look at Matthew.]

Being around you drives me crazy too at times, in case you haven't noticed.

[redcloakedthief]

Not permanently, at least.

Or if I did, you're pretty good at hiding that you're crazy.

[aimforthesun]

... Shut up.

[redcloakedthief]

No.

[Talking helps distract him from the fact that there is someone right there behind him with a bloody dagger in her chest--]

So have you just been running away all day? You're going to fall over at this rate.

[aimforthesun]

Well, I'm not running right now, am I?

[redcloakedthief]

You aren't. So you might as well sit down.

[Do not make him drag you down.]

[aimforthesun]

[He scowls, but after a few moments of contemplation, he sits down.]

[redcloakedthief]

...Better.

[And then he closes his eyes and leans his head back against the wall.]

...You must have hobbies other than hairstyling.

[aimforthesun]

... And why are you so curious?

[redcloakedthief]

...Do you want me to be honest? Right now, I'd like to talk about anything, so long as it takes my mind off of things. It'll work both ways, too...So answer the question.

[aimforthesun]

[... Enjin's words are running through his head, but even he's not insensitive enough to ask right now.]

... I like music?

[In all honesty, he doesn't really have hobbies outside of hairstyling. It's his life.]

[redcloakedthief]

...I can't say I'm familiar with many types. What sorts of music?

[Pause. Consider. His technology fail has mended some since he first arrived, so]

That's what the headphones are for, right?

[aimforthesun]

Nothing you'd be familiar with, I'm guessing.

[...]

Yeah. And this.

[He takes his MP3 player out of his pocket and holds it up for Matthew to see.]

[redcloakedthief]

[He inspects it for a moment and then--

A short, wry laugh.]

It's all still beyond me, I guess.

[Technology, that is.]