[Billy's lips curve into a smile as Teddy essentially plays footsies with him under the table; it's juvenile, but you know what? They're teenagers, juvenile should be the norm. And he's certainly not going to complain about being physically connected with Teddy, even in small ways like this.
He fills the silence with whatever comes to mind, rambling about the afternoon's cooking adventure, a few discoveries he'd made while out and about getting ready for their day, and a recount of a few of the comics/novels he'd picked up today at the library- anything to get a conversation going, which usually isn't difficult for the two of them. He's not sure what's on Teddy's mind, but this is their first birthday together (either as friends or as a couple), so he wants to make it special in any way that he can. Especially with everything that Teddy's discovered and lost this past year.
He wants it to be special.
Once they finish dinner, he collects the dishes himself whether Teddy tries to help or not and escapes to the counter for a few moments, ordering Teddy to stay put. There's a bit of fiddling and wrestling with something in the microwave for a bit, but finally he waves his hand, magic zapping the switch on the wall and taking out the lights, and the only thing keeping the living room lit is now a flickering of blue around his hands. He turns around as it fades to a gentle orange-red flame, holding a pan with seventeen colourful candles lit and illuminating the shy smile on his face.]
[I am the dirtiest]
He fills the silence with whatever comes to mind, rambling about the afternoon's cooking adventure, a few discoveries he'd made while out and about getting ready for their day, and a recount of a few of the comics/novels he'd picked up today at the library- anything to get a conversation going, which usually isn't difficult for the two of them. He's not sure what's on Teddy's mind, but this is their first birthday together (either as friends or as a couple), so he wants to make it special in any way that he can. Especially with everything that Teddy's discovered and lost this past year.
He wants it to be special.
Once they finish dinner, he collects the dishes himself whether Teddy tries to help or not and escapes to the counter for a few moments, ordering Teddy to stay put. There's a bit of fiddling and wrestling with something in the microwave for a bit, but finally he waves his hand, magic zapping the switch on the wall and taking out the lights, and the only thing keeping the living room lit is now a flickering of blue around his hands. He turns around as it fades to a gentle orange-red flame, holding a pan with seventeen colourful candles lit and illuminating the shy smile on his face.]
Happy birthday, Teddy.