"Mind flayer," comes the very quick correction. Billy's hand stills with the crayon in it. At least Tommy smells like a garage, which puts him a bit at ease. Seemingly unlike everyone else, Billy actually enjoys his showers because he likes that sort of smell. Something that reminds him of his home. (The good parts of home anyways, which are very few).

He snatches the paper Tommy sets down, before crumpling it up and throwing it. Billy doesn't even care where it goes or if it hits someone. He's frustrated and has a lot of pent of energy he's trying to get rid of. By coloring like a God damn preschooler.