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Just some more Scream bits. Inspired by viewing it and commenting throughout with my Muffin.

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Stu asks the questions while Billy improvises. He gets the angry, loud taunts. Or the killing metaphors, though they’re limited to mostly fish prepping techniques (English isn’t his best subject). Stu focuses on keeping the terror rolling, otherwise Billy’s temper would have him breaking through windows far too soon, and Stu’s more about the delayed gratification, the sadistic humor. He lets Billy handle the majority of the skin slicing (except with Casey, that prim bitch was absolutely his).

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That’s the thing about Sidney – she never follows through with much. This always surprised him, because everyone knows how much her mother was a slut and, well, like mother like daughter, right? (Except not). So he calls Stu on the drive home, all gravel-voiced and playful amusement. His car is already there, waiting, when Billy pulls up into the driveway. They stumble inside, Stu’s tall length like a hot iron beneath his hands, and The Exorcist is playing on TV.

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Stu eats a lot of Salt and Vinegar chips. The way Billy eats popcorn. It sort of becomes familiar, that sea and grease taste on his mouth mingled with butter. They don’t talk about it – not like how they talk and talk and talk about the murders. They almost can’t stop talking about them, actually. It’s all planning and pre-planning, rough drafts, diagrams, the type of stuff that could be verification of a motive but they either burn or shred the papers. After Billy spends a night in jail, fingers inked as evidence, he starts using his mouth more and talking less.

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Billy lets Stu pick the movies. It doesn’t matter (they’ve seen everything the rental store has to offer). They have the same taste (The Last House on the Left, The Shining, Psycho). Stu laughs at inappropriate times – his loud, yapping laughter that Billy has gotten used to, just like the faint music coming from the headphones around his neck. Billy was never much of a laugher, but he grins when knives find their way into young stomachs or split open throats.