billy | oo1

[aspiring]

Who: Billy & Matthew
Location: Somewhere on the streets
Time: Afternoon
Style: Cal chooses ♥
Status: Closed because shhh on hiatus

[... Well.]

You know, I'm almost a little surprised that you didn't just pop out of nowhere and give me a heart attack.

[Aka hi Matthew, what a pleasant (or something) surprise, running into you like this—]

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[redcloakedthief]

it was on the agenda, but then I thought I might be getting predictable.

[A grin.]

How are you doing, Billy?

[aspiring]

If it helps, it only becomes predictable once I become paranoid about you.

... Though that might not be so far off now, actually.

[A wry smile]

How I've always been.

[redcloakedthief]

You're paranoid about me? I could be hurt.

[...heh.]

And what does that mean?

[aspiring]

Who wouldn't be paranoid about you?

What it means, obviously. I wake up, I run the salon, I do other stuff, and then I go to bed. Rinse, lather, and repeat. I don't do crazy things like you, remember?

[redcloakedthief]

People who are taken in by my charms and wit?

[A grin, and then he laughs, shaking his head.]

Oh, so I haven't missed any important developments then.

[He runs a hand through his own hair absently.]

You should really look into trying to be a bit more interesting.

[aspiring]

Charms and wit? I must have missed those.

[Smile!

... Well, no developments other than Alfred returning, but Billy isn't going to mention that.]

Well, I'm so sorry for being boring.

[redcloakedthief]

Ah, well, it's not my fault you're so unobservant, haha!

[...]

No you're not.

[aspiring]

How nice of you to say, ahaha!

[... For his sanity, he's going to interpret that in the safe way.]

But I am very sorry!

[redcloakedthief]

[...]

Well, you're not that either.

Funny that you insist on lying about it though.

[aspiring]

[...]

What's that supposed to mean?

[redcloakedthief]

[...]

Isn't it obvious? I'm not really that sneaky around you these days. It's a waste of effort.

[aspiring]

... A little too late for that. I'm pretty sure I've developed a special set of instincts called 'how to react when Matthew suddenly pops out of nowhere'.

But should I be touched or insulted at that?

[redcloakedthief]

[He laughs.]

I'm touched! But I wish I were capable of teleportation. Those mages have it all.

[Heaaadtilt.]

Why are you asking me?

[aspiring]

Doesn't mean you don't a knack for what's practically the same thing. I'm surprised you haven't turned it into outright teleportation yet.

And if you leave it to me, then I'll choose insulted.

...I am such a HTML flunkout

[redcloakedthief]

[He laughs at that one.]

Should I feel complimented, Billy? Is that admiration?

[Snerk.]

You're wrong then.

... it's okay I still love you (disoriented snorkels)

[aspiring]

[He holds out his hands, palm up.]

It's acknowledgment of your abilities. There's a difference.

[...]

... Well.

[Uh.]

....sob. /furtyyyyy

[redcloakedthief]

[...a nod and a grin.]

A compliment for real, then! Nice to know.

[...heh.]

You're not worth trying to be sneaky around for lots of reasons. Now...how much can I trust you?

<3333

[aspiring]

... Fine. Read it that way.

[A pause]

Wow, you sure got philosophical fast.

[redcloakedthief]

Actually, no, it's a pretty logical thing.

Saya said I should get a haircut from you but I'm not sure yet if I trust you with sharp objects by my head.

[aspiring]

[Matthew... haircut... from him...]

... Huh?

[redcloakedthief]

[He taps a finger to his lips thoughtfully.]

Is that a "no you shouldn't trust me at all, Matthew"?

[aspiring]

[HOLD ON THIS RELATIONSHIP IS MOVING TOO FAST—]

C-Could you repeat the question?

[redcloakedthief]

[Headscratch.]

I suppose at base the question is "Can I trust you with sharp objects by my head?"

[aspiring]

[There's a long silence in which you can practically see Billy's head trying to make sense of this.

...

...

...

And then he takes in a breath, before smirking.]

What kind of hairstylist do you think I am?

[redcloakedthief]

[He laughs at that, shrugging.]

You know, Billy...I have no idea.