[Random RP Post - Billy Kaplan]

[selfhelp]

This post is intended for mini-PSLs, random threads, or fic prompts for Billy / Wiccan with no required association with Luceti-canon. Invite or request-only, atm, as Luceti keeps me busy, but I'm open to ideas.

...I'll put more here if I think of anything, never done this before, oops

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[ladybro]

He has three jars of cocktail onions in here. [ hi, billy. it's about as much of a greeting as he's bound to get, as kate unceremoniously trashes two of the three jar-culprits. the whole trio seemed to be in various states of half-emptied. she kept the one that appeared most fresh. ] Who needs that many cocktail onions?

[ never-you-mind that all three jars would have likely kept well enough until kingdom come (pickled, after all) -- kate still made a show of it.

she hands a fresh trash bag to billy and gestures that he should hold it open for her. ] Plus, I can't remember the last time I ever saw him drink anything other than bad cheap beer. Is he having sneaky cocktail parties when I'm not around? Who is he inviting?

[ -- kate bravely displaced all her disappointment and uncertainty onto this very narrow emotional landscape. and she did so without yet even meeting billy's eyes.

welcome to the funhouse. ]

[selfhelp]

[Billy takes the bag from her and holds it open, peering cautiously into the other one from a distance to check the contents already thrown away. Clint sure kept a lot of stuff that looks like it belongs in the garbage.]

Well he sure wasn't inviting his team. ...But that might have something to do with the fact that we're all underage, so who really knows.

[The downside of being the old fart in the Kooky Quartet 2.0. It's both an offering of sympathy and solidarity at the same time- Clint wasn't forthcoming with them about his plans, either, and while the New Avengers were nowhere near as close to him as she was (who is, these days?) he can understand the sting of being left in the dark by someone you're supposed to trust.]

...Maybe he just likes snacking on them. Lots of people do.

[And a little bone-throwing, on the side.]

[ladybro]

[ sometimes -- sometimes -- the idea that she went solo while clint went and co-opted her best friends with some new team? it rankles her. makes her skin prickle with hostility. but this isn't one of those times, and instead it's enough to make her make eye contact.

he's just as at a loss as i am, she realizes. it's hard to swallow that she isn't the only one left in clint's dust. she wants to martyr herself, but her better judgement and cooler head prevails. ]

Is he good? [ she asks, out of compulsion. ] On the team. Is he good?

sob i don't have billy tags set to filter so i keep losing them A+ me

[selfhelp]

Good... good is relative.

[Billy takes a moment to consider his actual response; it's been interesting, working with the older Hawkeye- eye-opening for sure, and it made him miss Kate all the more.]

It started out weird. I guess it never stopped being weird. I mean, he literally admitted to being a spy for SHIELD, but he always acted like things were fine, otherwise. And when Roberto kicked us out - or kicked himself out - he was fine with not being the leader. And there's gotta be something wrong with you if you want me as a leader, right?

[Here's where he'd insert a self-deprecating laugh. Except he doesn't much feel like laughing.]

...He was good... until he wasn't. That's all I can really say for sure.