[ Dead. He's still trying it on for size, like a jacket he isn't sure he likes the cut of. It's just sort of crazy, but the whole thing was, and he sort of wants to yell about it, but his thoughts trail over to Max and Sue instead. But he still hasn't clocked there's time missing between them. Steve might have a sharper jaw and he's not wearing a sailor suit, but there's still no reason he didn't come straight from Starcourt. Right?
If Billy woke up in a sailor suit, he'd find something else to wear. ]
Yeah, I guess so. [ Back home at least. Here he's...
He slips around the barrier, skates hitting the wood with a smooth, easy glide. He still has his cigarette because as far as he's concerned, he can smoke wherever he likes. But it's pretty douchey to flick the ash at Steve instead of finding the ashtray on the barrier's end. ]
Well, welcome to hell then, Harrington. Wouldn't be hell without you I guess.
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[ Dead. He's still trying it on for size, like a jacket he isn't sure he likes the cut of. It's just sort of crazy, but the whole thing was, and he sort of wants to yell about it, but his thoughts trail over to Max and Sue instead. But he still hasn't clocked there's time missing between them. Steve might have a sharper jaw and he's not wearing a sailor suit, but there's still no reason he didn't come straight from Starcourt. Right?
If Billy woke up in a sailor suit, he'd find something else to wear. ]
Yeah, I guess so. [ Back home at least. Here he's...
He slips around the barrier, skates hitting the wood with a smooth, easy glide. He still has his cigarette because as far as he's concerned, he can smoke wherever he likes. But it's pretty douchey to flick the ash at Steve instead of finding the ashtray on the barrier's end. ]
Well, welcome to hell then, Harrington. Wouldn't be hell without you I guess.