( it is late, and billy has been outside, inside, and back outside again more times than he can count. the chill had started to get to him long before loki even came by; nose even flushed a soft red when he turns his head to face the godling.
he’s tired, too. exhausted even if all he has been doing for--quite some time is sit in a soft pile of snow. billy takes caution before opening his mouth, already having gone too far with his words with more than just loki. but he’s still raising a hand up to take the stick from hand, careful to keep their fingers from brushing. )
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he’s tired, too. exhausted even if all he has been doing for--quite some time is sit in a soft pile of snow. billy takes caution before opening his mouth, already having gone too far with his words with more than just loki. but he’s still raising a hand up to take the stick from hand, careful to keep their fingers from brushing. )
I don’t get you either.