❝ hey, shit. you can touch them. ❞ the frown on billy's expression deepened as the words left his mouth, tasting akin to poison when thinking of being nice towards people but the sniper lady earned a bit his respect from the last time he had the chance to ram his horns with her. she was alright, for as far as billy could tell. it didn't take much perception skills to catch a glimpse of her staring at the floppy goat ears every now and then, as if billy insulted her majesty by having them alone. a deep sigh leaves past his mouth as he swings his bat over his shoulder, head tilted slightly to the side. ❝ before you start bullshitting me, lady ─── i got eyes on the sides of my head. i can see you staring at my ears and … fuck i can't even believe ‘m gonna say this but sure, you can touch ’em if you want. i don't give a shit. ❞ @ghastlysniper & billy.