When Erich jokes about his cock being able to choke his mother and have some left over for his grandma, Billy raises an eyebrow and shakes his head. "Don't talk about mothers. I try to forget I have one. They lie, you know. They say that they don't have any favourite kids but they do. They sure fucking do and they certainly have their least favourites too." Obviously not all mothers are sent from the pits of Hell but Billy has obviously had bad experiences with family members, as if the fact that he's living out here at such a young age doesn't already suggest that. Billy's only real connection within his family is with his younger brother Deneil. Everyone else either hates him, is hated by him or they're terrified of it. He's clearly quite the character after all.

In the scrap, Billy drops his knife and was potentially about to be cut to pieces hadn't his new friend been there to take over and defend him. He watches as he's slouched against the wall, holding his bleeding neck while Erich beats the guy over the head with the rebar. Billy is absolutely delighted that the man can clearly handle himself and is far from a pussy. Hadn't Erich not known what to do, they'd be in deep shit as the dealer is clearly very dangerous. He even managed to get the better of Billy very briefly, which is no mean feet. After being struck on the head, the dealer falls to the ground. Billy wastes no time and picks up his knife. He lunging over and stabs him in the stomach while he's down, plunging it in as deep as possible and giving it a little twist for good measure. The dealer yells out in pain and Billy removes the knife. Leaving the guy with his thoughts for a moment (and to casually bleed out), Billy turns to his friend. "Does it look alright?" Billy tilts his head back to show the wound on his neck. He's extremely lucky as it's only cut through the skin but avoided his actual throat. There's quite a bit of blood on him now but it's rather superficial. Billy looks Erich up and down and then back at the man who is laying in pain on the floor. "Odd Shoes, give me...well, your odd shoes. Just trust me," he says, already taking his own ones off and cringing when his socked feet touch the damp ground.

Billy hands Erich his own shoes rather carefully then proceeds to put on Erich's. Granted, they are a little bigger than expected but they'll do. He ties up the laces as he's bent over, watching the dealer take some short and sharp breaths, clearly on his way out. Billy walks back over towards him very slowly and looking extremely menacing. Even when he's laughing and joking away, this guy has a constantly wild look in his eyes which makes you want to avoid a lengthy period of eye contact with him as it's rather unsettling. Billy stands over the man, one foot each side of his body. Crouching down, looking like he's straddling the guy, Billy grabs the collar of the dealer's shirt and pulls him up so they're face to face. "Where is the rest of your fucking stash?" Billy asks through gritted teeth as he uses his free hand to grab a little bag of pills out of the man's pocket. These will suffice for the night but while he's at it, Billy thought he might as well take the whole lot and make some money out of it. He's only trying to survive after all. The guy spits up some blood and lets out a cry of stutters, clearly unable to talk at all even though his life literally depends on it right now. "Can't fucking hear you??!! Odd Shoes, take these!" Billy throws the packet of pills to Erich and then lets go of the man's collar, shoving his head against the ground. Billy stands up and the man continues to mumble and whimper but that's not answering Billy's question so he's out of chances. Suddenly, Billy does one of the most gruesome things Erich may have seen and ever will in his life. As the guy squirms, Billy lifts a foot and stomps it full force right on his face, causing his nose to break on impact as well as blood to spray across the ground. Billy continues to stomp on him with one foot before getting bored and using two, almost as if the guy is a trampoline. Blood sprays, the most horrid sounds fill the alleyway and the guys head literally caves right in under the full weight of Billy...and Erich's shoes. There was no way he'd ruin his own ones for that. Billy exhales and hops off the dead body before untying the shoes and offering them back out to Erich. "Thanks for letting me use them," he says, casually picking bits of smashed skull and hair off of them like it's nothing. "Want to head to the park and take the pills in there? It's fucking ace being off your face and enjoying the open area. Ever been tripping while trying to ride a swing??!"

Billy shrugs when Erich says that he wishes he was informed of the usage of his shoes beforehand. To be honest, he doesn't really care. As long as it wasn't his own shoes that got wrecked he'll sleep well tonight - or at least as well as a homeless person can. Erich could keep the shoes if he wanted, Billy wasn't going to point the finger at him anyway. He doesn't see murder as something to boast about or really dwell on. It's just a regular occurrence for him and a way of survival. Erich helped him out, he's gotten away with murder before, so he's not going to make a big deal about this. "Well...that's if you really want to take the pills with me?" he says quietly, "I got the pills for you but that was just to return the favour. You don't have to hang with me if you don't want to, mate." Billy takes his shoes back and begins to tie them, crouched down just inches away from the destroyed corpse and not even flinching. It's a little odd that someone actually wants to spend time with Billy. Erich now has what he wanted so he doesn't need to be hanging around with the troubled homeless teen. Hell, he could easily use the rebar on him right now and flee the scene if he wished too.

Billy scowls at the mention of a Tamagotchi, like he's got a personal vendetta against the little digital pets. "Fuck those little Tamagotchi bastards, mate. They're so fucking needy. Like, grow some balls and fend for yourself. Those little cunts wouldn't last a second in the real world. They want to try living out here. Let it die," he says in an unexpected fit of rage. You'd think you would have just insulted him and his entire bloodline with the way he reacted. There's no doubt that this man is crazed and has many issues going on inside the much wounded head of his. Still, he managed to give Erich some drugs free of charge so he's not all bad. When Erich states that he'd like Billy to join him in the taking of the pills, he smiles and again suddenly goes from looking like a complete psychopath to actually rather cute and cuddly in the matter of seconds. "Really? With me?" he asks in total surprise. Sitting in an damp empty park, taking drugs with a stranger at this bizarre hour is not exactly an invitation for tea with The Queen but it means a lot to Billy. Even the kind strangers who reply to him and help him out with a few spare coins or some warm food tend not to hang around him for too long. He's usually always wounded and his slurred speech doesn't exactly make him look very approachable and friendly. "OK...follow me".

After walking for about five minutes, jaunting up and down a serious of urine soaked alleyways and encountering a vicious fox which Billy punted about twenty feet, the arrive at the park. It covers a vast area and most of it is just used for strolling and taking in the scenery. There's very little areas for the children to play aside from one very small corner filled with the usual slides, frames and roundabouts then there's the lone row of three sings sat upon the top of a hill, which is where Billy is leading Erich. The rest of the park is filled with beautiful flowers, two ponds and a huge wooded area which covers the entire north section. It may be bitterly cold outside but the huge trek up the enormous and steep hill really takes it out of both of them, causing them to sweat and pant. "Fuck, I'm unfit, bruv!" Billy says as he reaches the summit, leaning against the side of the swings as he catches his breath. It was worth the climb though as it's a beautiful spot. Nobody will disturb them, they have swings to entertain them and the location allows them to see not only the entire park but out over the city too. Down in the alleys it looks very dank and scary but from here, the streetlights and the tall illuminated buildings out on the skyline really brings more life to the area. To help cope with the heat, Billy unzips and takes off his tracksuit zipper, revealing that he didn't have a t-shirt on underneath it. No wonder he was feeling the cold earlier in the night. It's not the only thing he reveals, though. On his bare torso, there are lots of scars and bruises. Most of them look like they've been caused by sharp blades. He still manages to look very attractive in spite of this but it's still sad to see someone so young in such a beaten state. "Odd Shoes, you like it up here?" he asks while tying the zipper around his waist with the sleeves. Billy sits down on one of the swings.

Billy likes to pretend that he doesn't like to be in the company of anyone aside from his younger brother who he loves dearly. He's hard headed and can get by just fine on his own, or so that's what he tells himself. It's easier to push people away as there is far less chance of being hurt on his own. Billy has suffered a lot of rejection in his life. His parents and two foster families couldn't handle him and when the going got tough, they bailed and left him behind. He's a big softy at heart and just wants to be loved, or even shown a few signs of friendship. Billy's always weary when people try to get close to him, questioning their motives, wondering if it's a good idea to let them into his life as he doesn't want them to hurt him. Even though Erich is just a stranger, who still hasn't revealed his name, Billy would feel upset if he were to turn out to be a total dick in the end as he's really liking the company. When Erich makes a remark about his bare chest, Billy laughs and stands on the swing set. He places his feet on the seat and grabs onto the highest points on the chains before beginning to sway gently as he stands up. "I'm not really feeling the cold after walking up that hill, bruv. Bet you didn't bank on knowing what my nipples and my belly button looked like when we first met, mate." Billy chuckles and looks down at Erich. "Fuck is pomade, Odd Shoes?" Billy had never heard of the word before and wasn't sure if it was an American thing or not. Erich seems like a pretty wild and spontaneous character so he might just be making the word up for all Billy knows. He watches as Erich looks down at the bloody shoes. Without warning, and rather impressively, Billy leaps from the swing while it's in motion and twirls 180 degrees mid-air before landing right in front of Erich, exactly where he had planned on. "There's a little pond down to the left. Want to go give them a dip to clean them? Popping pills and being covered in blood and bits of skull ain't classy, mate," he says in a very matter of fact manner, as if taking MDMA while shirtless in an empty park is considered classy.

Billy laughs and places his hand over his navel area, a little bit nervous now that Erich admitted to expecting to see his belly button tonight. He has no idea why or if he is joking. All he knows is that this man is insanely weird but in the best possible way, so there's probably 101 reasons why he expected to see his belly button. "You're fucking weird, bruv. I like you though. You know that you've got to get your belly button out too to make it fair though," Billy says with a chuckle. Obviously he's not really caring about seeing Erich's navel but he thought he might as join in on the random and spontaneous nature of his new friend. "Wait, people use Vaseline for butt stuff? Wouldn't that feel all....thick and sticky? I just steal some real lube from Boots if I want to get freaky. Not that I do. Total Virgin Mary here." Billy jokes, giving Erich a wink. The homeless teen appears to be more relaxed than ever before. The sense that he'll turn around at any second and stab Erich in the face is slowly fading away. He's developed more trust for his friend and isn't as on edge any more. "Well I was actually just thinking about dipping your feet in to clean them and washing the shoes separately. I...uh...I can't...swim. Don't fucking laugh, OK? I think it's only waist deep but I don't wanna chance it, mate. You can venture in if you want. Just don't complain if you brush against a dead duck or something." Billy laughs and as soon as Erich mentions racing, Billy darts off before his friend even has time to get to his feet. Use to running for his life and from the authorities, Billy has some speed and is already like 60 ft away.

Billy laughs looking at Erich's belly button. It's not that there's anything wrong with it, Billy just finds it so bizarre that he just asked a man who he barely knows to show off his navel area in the middle of a park at night. The gentleman also complied which doesn't make the whole situation any less strange. "Uh...nice?? I don't know what the rules are or what to say when another man allows you to see his belly button. Do I have to buy a "thank you" card or...?" Billy finds himself oddly fascinated by the sight before him and has to snap himself out of a trance-like gaze which was induced by Erich's wiggling. "Wait, what? Oh....Oh no! Not that! Boots is a pharmacy chain here. Huge stores. Where you get all your medicines, skin care, beauty products, condoms and they even have chocolate bars near the front of the store. Easy to just pick up and run."

Down by the pond, Billy sits at the edge of it, making sure his good shoes don't delve into the water. Rather than a typical, natural and muddy pond surrounded by overgrown grass and the smell of old water, this one looks man made and well looked after. The entire area surrounding the water is concrete and paved with lots of kooky designs. There are also floor lights dotted around the huge circular pond, illuminating the sparkling water as well as Billy's shadow as he's sat among them. It's clearly a lovely place to go with families to feed the birds that reside in it during daylight hours as well as to appreciate the beautiful scenery. It's not a place to hit up next too and wash bloody feet in but these two live life on the edge. "Sit your arse here, Odd Shoes!" calls Billy while patting the area next to him. As he waits for Erich to catch his breath and come over, Billy takes out the small packet of pills and fumbles it around in his shaking hands.

"You know I used to think that it was actually called a Billy button when I was younger. Thought it was named after each individual person. That was until my little brother Deneil came along and then people started talking about his cute little "Billy" button. Have to say that I was...deeply, deeply upset when I found out that it was actually called a belly button," Billy says with a little smile of embarrassment on his face, recalling how young and gullible he was at one point in his life which is extremely hard for him to believe now. When Erich sings Wannabe, Billy can't help but hum along. It was a song that was with him throughout his childhood as well as the band themselves. Those were the good old days before everything went tits up. "You know, if I was ever in a pop band I know for a fact I'd be the fucking Scary Spice one. Although I'd probably take scary to a hole new level," he jokes, bringing out his pocket knife again and waving it in the air.

Billy flinches a little, not wanting his tracksuit bottoms or his good shoes to get wet from the splash that the ever so "dainty" Erich caused in the pond. "Not sure if the ducks are even out tonight. Can't see any. Wait...where do ducks even sleep? I've never seen on asleep. Sometimes there are big swans in here too but I hate them. They aren't pretty or cute, they're vicious big bastards. The come out the water, flap their wings and start hissing at people. Punched one in the face before. Big feathery cunt." Billy doesn't even appear to be joking as he makes this statement. The guy seems to hold the strangest grudges, from Tamagotchis to swans, nobody is safe from his wrath. Billy carefully unties and takes off his shoes, resting them to the side and stuffing his socks in them. He rolls up the bottoms of his trousers to just below his kneecap and dips his bare feet into the water. He winces in preparation at first, thinking it would be absolutely freezing but the water is actually at an OK temperature. "Yeah you can take them without water, if you don't mind swallowing it dry," he says, opening up the packet and places a small colourful pill in the palm of Erich's hand. "They can make you really thirsty during the trip. Can also cause vomiting, increases energy, lifts mood, increases metabolic rate and allows you to engage in intense physical activity. It's the fucking party drug, mate," Billy says casually popping the pill and remaining chilled by the pool as he waits for it to kick in. It can take around 15 minutes before it really gets going. Billy bumps his foot off of Erich's in the water purposely, just wanting a little bit of contact. It may seem weird but physical human contact is very few and far between for him these days, unless it's someone trying to kill him. He can't exactly turn around and give this stranger a hug so a little connection under the water will do, showing that he's cool and comfortable in his company.

"Ducks turning into people? Hmm. Well I guess that would explain half of the stupid duck looking faces all these girls have when they take pictures of themselves. That's still not a thing right? I haven't been online for like...a year and a half now. Is the internet still a scary place?" One of the things that Billy misses most is the internet and the media as a whole. He might see the odd story in an old newspaper in the streets but other than that he's pretty clueless about what's going on in the world. The uncle he occasionally stays with does not own a computer and has one of the smallest TV packages possible, so Billy is now pretty much in the dark. He has no idea if someone is planning on starting a war, who is number one in the charts or if Betty White is still alive. "Geese? Yeah, they can fuck off too. Birds in general, really. Peacocks are cool though. I like saying the name." Billy chuckles and watches as Erich swallows the pill without a care in the world. He's pretty sure now that this guy really is just friendly. There's no way he'd allow himself to get into the state that MDMA puts you in if he had some ulterior motives for Billy. "Soft feet? Well, thanks. Never had someone compliment them before. Suppose this is a night for a lot of firsts, though". Billy continues to rub his foot over Erich's only without the subtlety of earlier. He has no idea why he's continuing this but it feels oddly comforting. "Well...not going to lie, this pill can cause diarrhea but it's not that common. Also, if you feel it coming we're in a giant park so just take a little trip into the bushes." Billy laughs and lays back on the ground, placing his hands behind his head and looking up at the stars as he waits for it to kick in. He can already feel a slight difference in his body but that may just be the adrenaline of actually awaiting the rush that is to come. Billy continues to rub over Erich's foot and sighs. "Odd Shoes...I don't usually ask people this but...what's your name, mate? You're the first person to be this close to me for so long. You've even made me laugh. I'd like to know your name."

"Yeah, sounds like nothing has changed," Billy quips with a little sigh as Erich updates him on the scary world of the web. He really misses it. Spending hours discovering stuff, brushing up on his knowledge and stumbling upon all the strangest yet most fascinating pages online helped Billy to expand his mind. He certainly didn't pay attention in school and nobody else was going to educate him so Google was his teacher for a long time. It's probably why he has a slightly warped view on the world. He misses the porn too, of course. Some of the stuff he witnessed blew his tiny little mind. The closest thing he sees to nudity nowadays is accidentally stumbling on a hobo having a piss against a bin. "Popeye's? What's that? Doubt we have any here, or at least in London. I know most of these streets and I've never seen one. I don't like KFC anyway. Don't get me wrong, I like the food. In fact, I love the food! It's just that the nearest one here kicked me out of the store for "cluttering up the place" when all I was doing was sitting at a table and eating chicken strips," Billy says, still sounding a little hurt after being ejected for seemingly nothing. Even though he simply wanted to eat and not cause anything, Billy's usual bruised, bloody and often intoxicated appearance can come across as unnerving and threatening so the manager of the establishment clearly didn't want him mixing with the other customers. "LSD and laxatives? I'll remember that one. There's a few little cunts around here that need to endure that sheer panic. In fact, I'd gladly do that to most people in this area. These streets aren't filled with many friendly faces if you haven't already noticed," Billy says with a hearty laughs as he continues to rub Erich's foot. He raises and eyebrow in surprise and nods along when he discovers Odd Shoes' real name. "Erich? With a ch? Nice. Wasn't expecting that. You look more like a....Wade or something. Erich is cool though." Billy smiles. When Erich leans in to shake his hand, Billy gets the wrong idea and gives Erich a little gentle peck on the lips before realising that his offered out hand is now pressing into his stomach. Clearly the guy was going for a handshake and not anything else. "Ah...ummm....yeah...that was..." Billy struggles for words and it also doesn't help that he can now feel the pill kicking in, making it hard to focus on what he wants to say.

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