nonverbal memes. | [ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring. - @nevermoral
he thinks it’s frank, for a second—there’s something about the way they both move, trips him up when it’s just a dark blob in his peripheral vision before he turns to look, finds himself met with billy’s long legs and sharp grin, staring at him from the doorway like he’s been there a while.
frank’s too damn paranoid for them to run into each other, which is probably the only reason they haven’t already, but curtis wonders for a moment, as he stacks another couple of chairs, if it would really be that bad if they did. he’s no rat—he’d never go behind frank’s back, not for billy, not for anyone, but all the same. makes him think.
it’s enough having one guy skulking around outside his meetings, is all.
“look what the cat dragged in. you want a cup of coffee?” curtis smiles, gets the last of the chairs squared away. a seniors’ choir has the room after him on saturdays, but he’s got at least twenty minutes to clear out—longer if he decides to stick around and help out, which is always a hit with the nonnas.
he doesn’t wait for an answer before he fills a couple styrofoam cups from the still mostly-hot coffee maker; he buys pretty good stuff, but he’s pretty sure anything percolated like this must be crap to mister billy russo. he still drinks it, though, which is good enough for him.
“—that’s your invitation inside, dracula.”