Re: That One Tree Behind the Reg. Table: Billy K & Lin A
"Because he is Jesus." Obviously.
Lin was a fidgeter, but Billy's breakdown of categories failed to include him. He wasn't a pervert, he wasn't a shoplifter, and he wasn't uncomfortable in his own skin. No, he just had too much energy, and it zinged through him, caroming through veins, musculature, and skin, jittering out to be expressed in feet that shifted and hands that were always doing something. Currently, they were occupied stowing the yo-yo that was a harness as much as it was a distraction, and encircling the younger boy.—At no point in Lin's life had he ever cared much about personal space. There were a near-infinite amount of psychological theories that he could point to, from attachment to an array of personality disorders, but, when it came down to it, he didn't actually care all that much. Neither, it seemed, did Billy.
That was nice. Lin grinned back. He opened a palm in the universal expression of a one-armed shrug, an 'I'onno, do I not have centipedes in eggs on my person?' (You know the gesture I mean.)
There were a number of predicates of behavior he observed in the younger boy. He wouldn't have chosen 'gay boy hooker' first, had there been some list of potential professions created upon this not-at-all-scientifically-compiled data, but he wouldn't have ruled it out either. But, hey, he had 'gay,' and he had 'boy, and that was two-thirds, which wasn't too bad. He was an optimist. The overused and proverbial glass was 66.(repetend symbol)6% full. Hot dog!
"You have two minutes," Lin responded happily, finding his gait falling into step with Billy's. He liked the dimple that appeared on olive, youth-plump cheek. He responded with springtime innocence bared on his face, impish playfulness eradicated by the light cast by his halo. "Why, thank you. Wanna fuck?" Lin took the bait, and then he took the hook, and then he dragged the fisherman underwater.—Billy apologized for his love of inclusion over competition, and Lin gave him a pat on the back. "It is a little obnoxious, but, you might've noticed, I don't actually mind obnoxious. I do think I can lead us to victory, because I think victory is the friends we made along the way."
It was the tinkle of bone-china and silver that made Lin look up, away from Billy. A table sprouted from the ground in some Wonderland shit. Lin had the soft, nagging sensation that this was a dream. Brows drawn and lips in a pout, he glanced at his partner. "If this is a Last Supper joke, I hope you're ready for my blood and my body, girl, 'cause I hold no bars." He blinked. "Also, wtf."