Re: Billy/Tandy: the neighborhood
“You are an animal,” he said in a mockery of admonishment, grabbing up one of the dish towels and tossing it with as much emphasis as allowed by fabric at the guy’s chest. His smile had widened into a grin as Tandy explained the concept of a party to him so very helpfully, if a bit robotically. “Sorry, never heard of ‘em. I’m only learned in orgies featuring economy-size tubs of lube and goodie bags full of xannies. Where are we going to get that much square footage of plastic sheeting on such short notice?”
Whether or not it’d been a deft sidestep, Billy was glad that the comics issue had been dealt with and that he’d gotten his way in the end. And considering that ‘his way’ was Tandy accepting the damn gift, and they were an undoubtedly well-curated selection of comics coming into their shared living space, he was fairly confident that he’d delivered them both a win-win on a silver platter. Or a mismatched thrift store serving plate, at the very least. “I’ll accept green. I’ve figured out how to not kill things the second I touch them, so that works.”
He snickered at the look - or lack thereof - on Tandy’s face, turning back to the box and picking up another slice of pizza even though he was pretty sure he wasn’t even hungry anymore. But hello, pizza needed to be devoured while it was still hot. Second day slices were notoriously offensive. “Sorry, but I don’t think that really matters in this sitch. The boy has it bad. Try not to break his heart, okay? I will kill you if you get us banned from the comic shop.”