Tandy Bowen doesn't have to pick between (cloakndagger) wrote in repose,
Re: Billy/Tandy: the neighborhood
It was for the best that this wasn't an extension of the hippie bus, given all extensions required to make it habitable by Tandy would have involved a ninety-percent size addition to expand the bus to a reasonable, and by reasonable, uncramped standard of living. Tandy let his bag slide off his shoulder and plop to his feet and very - very - carefully, set the laptop down on the couch that appeared to be long enough and deep enough to actually, be lounge-able instead of lilliputian.
The full force of Billy's personality was vibrant on the walls. It was a little like art, if you considered it rationally. Billy had expressed himself in the paint, in the choice of layout, in the furniture. It was a tactile, multi-sensory expression of Billy's aesthetic and Tandy almost missed the look of welcome on Sabrina's face because he rotated neatly on his heels to take in the extent of the galleried experience. It was loud, obviously, secondary colors but that didn't actually make them recessive. There was a vague relationship between the choices and pop art, maybe in the articulation of dark furniture.
And then Tandy looked at the pizza and Sabrina himself, and smiled. This was small, a very chill and contained kind of expression and he hadn't forgotten the 'cosmic karma' that was weighing more heavily than the bag of clothes he'd toted from the house in the woods. "I'm good." There was not an extensive volume of stuff. He didn't recognize the impression of the invitation in what Billy said, nor the expectation that waited just behind it.
He picked up a piece of pizza, and said casually, "Let me know how much to kick in," without giving away the subtle calculation of what the approximate consumption would look like stacked against the local parlor's average costs. "I have no idea what happens to an overfed Sabrina, do you explode after a certain point or just expand?" It was a joke. Tandy's smile crept at the corners of his mouth and he bit into cheese, tomato and made a small sound that was faint appreciation as his empty stomach yawned.