Sick - [To the Skull Vodka because actually it is sick, and the future is okay sometimes. He makes himself at home on Eddie's bed, spreading and resting back on his elbows. Is he more comfortable here? Probably. ]
- Fuck, I don't know. It's just me, like a dream come true. [and it is true. It is a relief, even if he starts at every little creak or noise, expecting his dad to have appeared. He's easing out of it. Locks his door at night, sleeps with his face to it. He shrugs. ] It's the space age but I'm still doing the same shit I did when I was alive. Wake up, work, sleep.
[Death had been painful, at first. Then there had been cycles, rotating through the better years with his mom. Sometimes there would be Henry, a stranger in memories that Billy knew he didn't belong. You don't question it when you're dead. You don't know how to. ] Everything feels a little too good to be true, y'know?
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- Fuck, I don't know. It's just me, like a dream come true. [and it is true. It is a relief, even if he starts at every little creak or noise, expecting his dad to have appeared. He's easing out of it. Locks his door at night, sleeps with his face to it. He shrugs. ] It's the space age but I'm still doing the same shit I did when I was alive. Wake up, work, sleep.
[Death had been painful, at first. Then there had been cycles, rotating through the better years with his mom. Sometimes there would be Henry, a stranger in memories that Billy knew he didn't belong. You don't question it when you're dead. You don't know how to. ] Everything feels a little too good to be true, y'know?