“ what’s up with your arm ? ” @celestiel
billy looks up from his current project : scribbling his best recreation of the d.r.i. logo into the side of his cast. pink markers don’t look too good over neon green. it’s turning into a shitty brown and bleeding through all the gauze. he nods his head towards a red cardigan sitting at a table across the cafeteria “ ivan drago over there went all jock bastard last night ... ” something gets mumbled through clenched teeth, but it’s said with enough passion that there’s no way it wasn’t a scathing insult. something creative and equally gross. he hunches back over his cast, now moving on to writing ‘ thrash zone ’ across the back. eyes dart back up to liv, then back down to his cast : “ i told him i had sex with his mom and he totally flipped out. sensitive prick. ”










