[ Billy quirks an eyebrow at Klaus. So he's high as a goddamn kite, huh? And he looks it, too. On the off chance this guy went to the authorities he seriously doubts anyone would believe him.
He's half tempted to just say 'yeah, you're losing it' and leave, but he can still feel that lingering flicker of heat in his chest he always gets when he's about to go off again. He can direct where it goes, if he's aware of it in time, but he can't put it out.
When the fire wants to come out, it will, and there's not a damn thing Billy can do about it. This guy's seen enough already, he can see Billy let off some steam, too. ]
No, you're not crazy. [ He inhales, deeply. ] Just stand back, alright?
[ He squeezes his eyes shut and exhales, slow and methodical, letting all of that pent-up anger out. What maintenance crew decided Friday night was the best time to close a bridge? What idiot got a fender bender going thirty miles per hour on the detour route? How'd they get a driver's license? Why'd the cops always have to pull him over, just because he sat there in traffic revving his engine at them? Why couldn't they take their backward alphabet and shove it right up their ass?
Billy clenches his fist and the fire in the trash bin grows, higher and higher and higher, flames licking up against the brick wall and leaving scorch marks. There's a high pitched hiss it's so hot -
- and then all at once it settles down, nothing but smoke and embers. Billy's heart pounds and his breathing is heavy, but the heat built up inside of him is gone. For now.
He turns to Klaus, glaring at him with those fierce blue eyes. ] You're damn right you're not turning me in. [He puts on his best angry face although something else shines through. He's afraid. His eyes are damp although he rubs his face with his sleeve in an attempt to hide it. Last time he was seen it didn't turn out very well for him, so here he was on the opposite end of the country trying to play normal and royally fucking it up. ]
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He's half tempted to just say 'yeah, you're losing it' and leave, but he can still feel that lingering flicker of heat in his chest he always gets when he's about to go off again. He can direct where it goes, if he's aware of it in time, but he can't put it out.
When the fire wants to come out, it will, and there's not a damn thing Billy can do about it. This guy's seen enough already, he can see Billy let off some steam, too. ]
No, you're not crazy. [ He inhales, deeply. ] Just stand back, alright?
[ He squeezes his eyes shut and exhales, slow and methodical, letting all of that pent-up anger out. What maintenance crew decided Friday night was the best time to close a bridge? What idiot got a fender bender going thirty miles per hour on the detour route? How'd they get a driver's license? Why'd the cops always have to pull him over, just because he sat there in traffic revving his engine at them? Why couldn't they take their backward alphabet and shove it right up their ass?
Billy clenches his fist and the fire in the trash bin grows, higher and higher and higher, flames licking up against the brick wall and leaving scorch marks. There's a high pitched hiss it's so hot -
- and then all at once it settles down, nothing but smoke and embers. Billy's heart pounds and his breathing is heavy, but the heat built up inside of him is gone. For now.
He turns to Klaus, glaring at him with those fierce blue eyes. ] You're damn right you're not turning me in. [He puts on his best angry face although something else shines through. He's afraid. His eyes are damp although he rubs his face with his sleeve in an attempt to hide it. Last time he was seen it didn't turn out very well for him, so here he was on the opposite end of the country trying to play normal and royally fucking it up. ]