[ This was stupid. Roller rinks were stupid. What are they, ten years old? He'd rather be hanging out in the back alley behind this place right now, in all honesty. But a free walkman was a free walkman, and lord knows he can't abide by someone thinking he's scared or can't skate if he sits it out.

He's not exactly...good at this. Good enough not to fall on his ass, sure, but he's barreling through without much regard for the other patrons. ]

Coming through! [ He shouts from just behind someone else, and that's their only warning that he's about to crash right into them if they don't swerve out of the way ASAP. ]

[ Malls don't exactly hold a lot of positive memories for Billy right now. On one hand, he knows that this isn't Starcourt, and on the off chance that thing that was inside of him is here, he can't feel it anymore.

But gift card or no, he can't manage to drag himself inside. There's this lingering, irrational fear that as soon as those doors open he's going to be right back where he was before he got dragged here. So instead, he just leans up against the wall near the entrance with his arms crossed, a lit cigarette between his lips.

He's just taking a smoke break, that's all. He'll go inside after this cigarette is done. Or maybe just one more. ]

[ anything goes, feel free to hit me up at dandymott for plotting.

all prompts are continued from here, minus the first one as I'm keeping the thread with Steve and Eddie canon for that. if I continue our thread and you'd rather start fresh just let me know and I'll delete it! ]