[ once frogger is freed of his transport, billy slings his mostly-empty backpack back up onto his shoulder, wriggling a little and twisting his other arm back so he can push it through the strap, wearing it fully and properly instead of just letting it hang from one shoulder. he misses whatever awkwardness stiles might be feeling, or maybe he just chooses to ignore it, hooking his thumbs underneath the straps of his bag near the sides of his chest and curling his fingers over the front of them.
billy lets stiles lead the way, lingering for a beat before following after him and taking an extra, wide stride to catch up to his side. quietly, he ruminates over stiles' more-than-likely offhand comment about children growing up without one of their parents around, and he finds himself wondering how long ago his mother passed away. for some reason, he'd assumed it was kind of a recent thing (recent being like, within the last three to five years), but he realizes now that he doesn't actually know.
and he's not about to ask, either, and ruin whatever easy mood they've got going. they're going to the arcade! at night! while it's bright as shit outside, but it's still 'late', and that's what counts. there's no room for blue moods.
for whatever reason, billy doesn't expect the place to be practically deserted save for the one or two floor staff wandering around, but it's kind of... cool. it's not exactly quiet, but the soft whirr of electronics and the gentle mishmash of different theme songs playing from their consoles is weirdly soothing when it's not overlaid with chatter and the click of buttons being mashed and the distant hum of people trying to decide what to order from the concessions. as they cut through the floor toward the prizes, billy slides a slow turn-around in his step, kind of basking in the seclusion. he's never had an entire arcade to himself before.
well, to himself and stiles, but billy doesn't actually mind his company at all.
when they get to the prize counter, billy crosses his arms and leans his elbows on the glass, peering at the prizes in the glass case below before drawing his attention back to the wall of plush toys. he turns his head and rests his chin on his shoulder, looking up at stiles with quiet amusement as he meticulously sets frogger up to gaze upon his choices. billy turns his head again, rests his ear on his shoulder, slides his elbows forward a little to stretch out his back. ]
We're not winning him a - a bride. We're winning tickets, which we'll use to buy—... a. Okay, yeah, that's— let's just not think about that.
[ billy uncrosses one of his arms and straightens up a little, gesturing toward the prize wall with a lazy sweep of his arm. ]
Well, Frogger? What do you think?
[ if he's looking at stiles instead of the stuffed animal he just addressed, well. whatever. ]
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billy lets stiles lead the way, lingering for a beat before following after him and taking an extra, wide stride to catch up to his side. quietly, he ruminates over stiles' more-than-likely offhand comment about children growing up without one of their parents around, and he finds himself wondering how long ago his mother passed away. for some reason, he'd assumed it was kind of a recent thing (recent being like, within the last three to five years), but he realizes now that he doesn't actually know.
and he's not about to ask, either, and ruin whatever easy mood they've got going. they're going to the arcade! at night! while it's bright as shit outside, but it's still 'late', and that's what counts. there's no room for blue moods.
for whatever reason, billy doesn't expect the place to be practically deserted save for the one or two floor staff wandering around, but it's kind of... cool. it's not exactly quiet, but the soft whirr of electronics and the gentle mishmash of different theme songs playing from their consoles is weirdly soothing when it's not overlaid with chatter and the click of buttons being mashed and the distant hum of people trying to decide what to order from the concessions. as they cut through the floor toward the prizes, billy slides a slow turn-around in his step, kind of basking in the seclusion. he's never had an entire arcade to himself before.
well, to himself and stiles, but billy doesn't actually mind his company at all.
when they get to the prize counter, billy crosses his arms and leans his elbows on the glass, peering at the prizes in the glass case below before drawing his attention back to the wall of plush toys. he turns his head and rests his chin on his shoulder, looking up at stiles with quiet amusement as he meticulously sets frogger up to gaze upon his choices. billy turns his head again, rests his ear on his shoulder, slides his elbows forward a little to stretch out his back. ]
We're not winning him a - a bride. We're winning tickets, which we'll use to buy—... a. Okay, yeah, that's— let's just not think about that.
[ billy uncrosses one of his arms and straightens up a little, gesturing toward the prize wall with a lazy sweep of his arm. ]
Well, Frogger? What do you think?
[ if he's looking at stiles instead of the stuffed animal he just addressed, well. whatever. ]