Re: Billy/Tandy: the neighborhood
Billy would go to his grave insisting that the bus - with its lifted roof - was a very reasonable size when concerning reasonably-sized people. Expecting a hippie bus to cater to an actual giant was the unreasonable thing in this scenario. And like, okay, so it’d been shitty that Tandy smoked his head on the ceiling, that was not the ceiling’s fault in Billy’s opinion so much as nature or genetics or whatever you wanted to blame for Tandy’s certified status as a mutant. But yes, the house was a house and therefore better equipped to accommodate for all shapes and sizes, which was convenient since pretty much everyone in Billy’s life was at or above six feet. He didn’t want to deal with healing like, a dozen smashed foreheads when they had their housewarming party.
Billy watched Tandy looking around, silently annoyed that he was so inscrutable as he took in the colours, the art on the walls, the furniture. Would he be able to tell if Tandy hated it? Billy wasn’t sure. He thought the house had turned out well enough. He hadn’t started entirely from the ground up; the previous owners had left behind some of the furniture, and the second bathroom had already been painted yellow. But it was true that he had put a lot of himself into it, and of course he wanted Tandy to at least like it enough to feel comfortable here.
He snapped back to the current and to Tandy looking at the slice of pizza like it was going to bite him. “I dunno,” he said, honestly, because his brain was too sluggish from carb and cheese overload to figure out the math in his head. “I tipped Noah extra because he hooked me up at the music shop.” And so, so much more. He would have tipped the guy a stack of bills as big as his head if he could have thought of a way that it wouldn’t be like, completely weird. Because he owed this house to Noah being his Secret Santa last year - and like, yeah, sure, he technically owed it as much to the fucky magic of Repose, but okay, Noah was a tangible person at which he could direct his appreciation. “So just for the cost of the pizzas, like, ten-fifteen bucks?”