Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Buck was still giving him that smile so Billy found himself ducking his head like a kid to try and avoid it, like someone keeping their eyes downcast from a bright light - too much like Penny's. The eyes, the hair, the tendency to hang out in laundromats and smile at people - what was he even doing, agreeing to going out for lunch? He didn't even know this guy and he could barely look at him - maybe he was losing his mind, maybe that was it. He was losing his mind, and this Buck guy was some figment of his imagination, his mind's attempt to - to torment him or something. He probably wasn't even in the laundromat. Or maybe he was, and he was just sitting there talking to himself and everyone else was already convinced he was crazy, why would anyone be talking to him, after all? No one ever talked to him. Billy cracked a nervous smile, but with the way the corners of his mouth pointed down rather than up right then, it was more like he was grimacing, or baring his teeth just a little, You think you're a mess? he said, self-effacing when confronted by his own rising panic he could feel it welling up inside of him, terrifying and overwhelming, disturbingly familiar to the feeling he'd had every time he had tried to speak to Penny, the sort of paralyzing fear that had him stutter to a stand still and then turn and run. He was going to run any minute now, when fight or flight kicked in for Billy, he always picked flight. Oh god, he was still smiling. Yeah, he was going to fly any second now. At least you didn't make detergent explode - who does that? Billy asked, now twisting the edge of his hoodie between his hands, desperately trying to push down the panic. And then, just as it built to a crescendo, something hit the window behind them and Billy started so hard that he fell noiselessly off the windowsil, springing back up almost immediately with bizarre speed to turn and stare out the window - where Moist was currently mushing his hands and face onto the glass, a motion that was resulting in a high-pitched squeaking sound as he left droplets on the window. A long, awkward silence fell then as Billy stared at Moist, and Moist froze against the glass, hesitating as his currently deformed eyes flicked from Billy, to Buck, and back again. Slowly, he moved away from the glass, rubbed away the - water - with the sleeve of his jacket, and waved animatedly. I'm coming in! Moist mouthed, and Billy just continued to stare at him, leaving Moist hesitating for another moment before he went around and appeared inside the laundromat seconds later, briefly rubbing the palms of his hands against his jeans he glanced at Buck, then at Billy, Hey do - Billy. I knew you'd be here so I thought I'd drop by. Say sup and everything. And then Moist did a sudden double-take, looking at Buck for a second time again his eyes flicked to Billy, then back to Buck. Slowly, his face split into a wide, almost psychotically friendly grin, What's up? Moist asked. Moist this is Buck. Buck this is Moist. My - Billy said, and then paused for a moment, because 'henchman' just wouldn't cut it, - best friend. This seemed to sit well with Moist, because the smile widened just a little more, threatening to actually reach his ears. For a moment, Billy and Moist looked at eachother, then Billy said, slowly You look like a pez dispenser. Hey that's funny, because Bowie said I look like a muppet when I smile like this, Moist said, and then looked back to Buck, Not - not David Bowie. Another Bowie. Common last name. It's like 'Smith' here in San Diego. Lots of Bowies and Mercurys. Billy said, completely monotone, eyes slightly glazed from the impact of his own panic while Moist put out a hand to Buck in greeting.