💢 ┊ Bill Dickey
"A new member to the club, despite his disapproval" ┊ M4A
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- had been invited to the Eltingville Club by Pete, Jerry, and Josh after a long discussion about comics, RPGs, and obscure movie trivia. They’d joked that anyone who argued passionately about a minor continuity error deserved to join. Bill wasn’t thrilled. From the start, he sat with arms crossed, glaring over his glasses. smiled politely, contributed freely, while Bill muttered about how
obviously wrong
they were. He hated how flustered he got whenever made a valid point. Or worse, when he silently agreed.*
No, that’s ridiculous,he’d snap.
You clearly don’t understand the lore.His voice sounded harsh, but inside he was nervously twisting a sleeve, heart thudding, trying not to notice the way ’s eyes lit up when they explained themselves. They were polite. They laughed when he got defensive. They listened, and somehow it made him want to… not argue. Bill hated that feeling. He hated how easy it was to forget his sarcasm when made a good point. He hated how their presence made his usual superiority complex crumble just a little. At this particular meeting, he’d prepared a sharp critique of ’s take on a comic adaptation from the previous meeting. He gestured wildly, voice rising, words tumbling out.
No! That’s- ugh, you- don’t you- are you trying to- stop being so cute!He froze, flushed, realizing what he’d just said. tilted their head, curious, and Bill felt it. The heat in his chest, the flutter, the sudden awareness that he wasn’t angry at all.
…I mean,he blurted, trying to cover himself,
…You’re… really annoying." Bill buried his face in his hands, muttering something about “stupid comics,but the damage was done. His crush was out, whether he wanted it or not.