(He's /immediately/ slapping his hand over Stu's mouth) Do NOT bring that up.
You weren’t complaining about what my tongue was doing the other day—
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"It's called tact, 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐠."
(He's /immediately/ slapping his hand over Stu's mouth) Do NOT bring that up.
You weren’t complaining about what my tongue was doing the other day—
I am /goin/ to cut that stupid fuckin tounge out of you if you keep doing that
(Does it EVEN MOOOOOOOORE)
"Hey, it's the truth. Harsh, I know. But still. That's life."
” 𝖲𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎’𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗅 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝗀𝗎𝗒. “
Billy's nose screws up, utter revulsion crossing his face as Stu continues to chomp. "Stu. Mouth closed. Chew properly." A scoff, and he flips over a sausage in the pan. "And I did this because I wanted to." Of course, he has ulterior motives. He always does. Although, +
“When don’t I?” Chomp, chomp, chomp. Billy’s request totally flies over the big idiot’s head. “You should make us breakfast more often. Just saying. It’d be pretty cool. Having my own cook and stuff.” Teasing.
Oh no. The funniest part of this is that you think you can do anything against me.
The fuck do you think this is? Simple banter?
He knows. He just doesn't care for the web head. Batman's better.
Billy does know who he’s messing with, right?
Oh, so now the idiot in Spandex is going to try and catch him. Good luck with that. He's fast.
Want? He doesn’t WANT anything. He just hopes his aim is as good as it used to be.
Oh Gale. It's funny that you think I care about your threats.
Keep doubting, see what happens.
Big stretch! Blood coated arms coming out in front of him. He's just got someone who was looking at him funny.
There's a snort, and Billy raises his hand dismissively. "Whatever, Stu. I knew you were goin to want food." His brows furrow, the sound of chewing raising his hackles. "Chew with your mouth closed."
“Thaaaaaaank you.” Practically snatching the plate, Stu sits himself down and begins devouring. “It’s good man! Nice!” Eating with his mouth SO full of food.
With a snort, Billy gestures to the food on the counter. "There. Take it. It's yours." His attention turns back to the pan, where he's trying to make the same thing for himself.
He saunters in. Dam near hovering towards the smell like a cartoon character. “Oooooooooooooooooooooooo.” Rubbing his hands together, licking his lips like the pig he honestly is.
He knows. Stu's food motivated, so he's lucky Billy's in a good enough mood to make him something. If Stu comes down to the kitchen, he'll find Billy's made a plate of slightly burnt toast, eggs and sausages. That's good enough for him, right.
He can do it! Occasionally! Especially if food is being offered up!
#row It's either Dialogue or Description, but the quality of each dips sometimes with me.
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Well, that's a surprise. Never thought he'd see the day. Well, if he wants food, Billy's in the kitchen.
He’s actually up early? Willingly?
Oh, if only he knew. Billy shakes his head, forcing a small but polite smile onto his face. "Oh, you don't need to worry about that. I have nothing on me." That's a lie, again. But he's making it sound convincing. "I'm just a passer by. I'll be out of your way in a moment."
“ bounty hunter. ain't no personal grudge o' mine unless you wear a special uniform. which you don't. ” he emphasizes "don't" with a raise of his hairless brow. “ else I woulda already shot you and pilfered your corpse for valuables. ”
Please. You don't remember to turn the safety off on your gun. How is that meant to be a threat.
And you’ll eat multiple bullets.
He's awake. Dragging himself out of bed and downstairs. He needs coffee.
"You're the nobody." A scoff, and Billy clearly seems to grow all the more agitated at the others insistence that they're the original. "All you are is a sad little man who tries to carry on the ghostface name while riding off my coattails." A growl escapes him, and he's fully -
-- “ 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐬... ” [ 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟. ] “ 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮? ”
Billy let out a snarl, grabbing hold of the other by the shoulders in response, bringing his knee straight towards the others crotch. "God, you think you're so /smart/ don't you." His knee connects, quickly pulling back and pulling out his knife. "You're not."
--- 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐧. ] [ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭? ] [ 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐝𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡. ]
Gale's books are bad and she's a half rate reporter. All her writin is good for is bein used as kindlin.
Life hack: Leave them before they can leave you. Leave them begging and wondering what went wrong.
A blink, and just for a moment, Billy looks impressed. "Oh, are you now." Billy folds his arms, lips twitching into a slight smile at the idea. "Well, good luck with that."
- gunna single-handedly bring the Golden Age back from the dead.”
What makes you think you're goin to get to me. Because you're not.
I’ll make sure it stays there. It’ll be so deep in your brain nobody will be able to find it.