#thefinalgxrl

Snitter sat on a soft bench in the park. Well, soft compared to where he'd been sitting before, at least. The chatter of the birds and the distant car horns were distracting, cutting through any attempt me made to have any kind of coherent thought. "You, walking there," he called out to a passerby. "Am I supposed to be…this? Can you tell me why?" He tilted his head to the side, confused. Frozen and wide eyed, waiting for an answer.

Billy slunk into the hospital cafeteria. He knew he had a visitor, but, he'd already assumed it was going to be another pathetic attempt from his mother to 'put things right' by talking a lot of nonsense and offering not very much at all. But, as he looked around and finally clapped eyes on someone he recognised, he sailed over casually dipping into the seat facing her at the table. "Didn't expect you to show up to my little prison yard. What, you miss me or something?" He smirked, only to become distracted and scratch at the scar that scrawled across his cheeks and over the bridge of his nose. The stitches were out and it was scabbing over, but, he couldn't leave it alone long enough to heal. "What's the deal, huh? I know you aren't here to kiss and make up."

helaena could feel it coming even now when she minded her own business and tried her best to live as much as she could in this new place. still, she could try to be positive. she saw rhaenyra around for a while before she thought to approach her. nothing about it was easy anyway. "hello, dear sister." she nodded as she approached. "i hope you've been well."

"You ever notice how the air gets heavy before something shifts?" Fiver sat rigid on a park bench, it was late afternoon and the sun was beginning to get low in the sky. "It's too quiet here today. Like…Like everything is holding its breath." He put his hands together, fumbling his fingers over one another as if he was trying desperately to find a source of warmth. "I don't know why I'm saying this," he admitted, "But you might wanna watch your step today."

"Of all the joints in town, you pick this one. You tailin' me now?" FP asked, raising a brow as he watched the other approach. He'd wanted to sneak out for an early morning breakfast before he started work. He'd been helping out at a security gig. It was pretty boring, but, he needed the money. "The coffee here ain't that good. So, why are you really here, huh?"

"I can really tell you wrapped it yourself." Billy commented, looking down at his birthday present, blank expression not allowing the other to know whether or not he found that endearing or disappointing. "Should I be concerned? I'm not good with this stuff, so, don't be surprised if I don't 'get' it." He slowly began picking at the sticky tape, unwrapping it gently rather than shredding the paper.

"you’ll freeze to death first." (Billy & Sidney)

"Good." Billy snapped, nostrils flaring at his practically snarled at her before sharply looking away. "Maybe I want to freeze to death. Wouldn't that just make your day?" He slumped back down on the kerb, shoving his hands in his pockets. He sniffled, run down by injury and illness. "You wouldn't even care if I did, would you?" he continued, words spilling out before he had time to think better of it. "Hell, you were probably already thinking about it. That's why you brought it up. Admit it. Go on, Sid. Say it."