Billy Hargrove (
playingtough) wrote in
revivalproject2024-08-03 11:07 pm
Wouldn't It Be Nice ~ The Beach Boys
WHO: Billy Hargrove and OPEN
WHERE: Beach
WHAT: Surfin' USA
WHEN: Daylight hours
WARNINGS: N/A
It should be a crime that he hasn't really used his board here in Temba until now. The pretty white board with green coloring around the edge really popped against his figure and the waves as Billy Hargrove rode them. It was clear there was skill, as he did well in the waves more often than not, with only a few wipe-outs. His board shorts are soaked through, along with his tank top - both gifts from his birthday ordeal Tommy gifted him with back on the spaceport.
If you know Hargrove, and how angry and prickly he is, this seems like a completely different side of him. One that Hawkins doesn't get to see because there's no surf. There's no sand, no sun, nothing that he has in his beloved California back home. And the aliens seemed to understand that giving him the board for the New Tick.
He goes out again, riding through the curl of a wave before he wipes out, coming back to the surface with a laugh before finally swimming back to shore and walking back up the purple sand with it under his arm with the free hand combing through wet curls to brush them out of his face.
WHERE: Beach
WHAT: Surfin' USA
WHEN: Daylight hours
WARNINGS: N/A
It should be a crime that he hasn't really used his board here in Temba until now. The pretty white board with green coloring around the edge really popped against his figure and the waves as Billy Hargrove rode them. It was clear there was skill, as he did well in the waves more often than not, with only a few wipe-outs. His board shorts are soaked through, along with his tank top - both gifts from his birthday ordeal Tommy gifted him with back on the spaceport.
If you know Hargrove, and how angry and prickly he is, this seems like a completely different side of him. One that Hawkins doesn't get to see because there's no surf. There's no sand, no sun, nothing that he has in his beloved California back home. And the aliens seemed to understand that giving him the board for the New Tick.
He goes out again, riding through the curl of a wave before he wipes out, coming back to the surface with a laugh before finally swimming back to shore and walking back up the purple sand with it under his arm with the free hand combing through wet curls to brush them out of his face.

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“Oooh, that was funnier than I thought it would be!”
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"What the hell do you want, reptile?" he demands with some bite and an angry look on his face. How dare this guy touch his board!
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He’s been called a lot of derogatory things in his life, but this one still feels… different. And hits at a vulnerable place inside himself that Leo tries to keep shielded.
(At least Hargrove knows he’s a reptile and not an amphibian, though.)
“…Sheesh,” he says when he has his voice back. “Learn how to take a joke.”
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Shit.
Billy curls his hands against the board, making sure his nails don't bite against the surface. "Shouldn't have called you that." An apology without outright saying it, as Billy had a habit of doing.
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He can’t really say it was okay, but accepting it like an apology feels weird, too. Moving on like nothing happened feels like the cool guy thing to do, but faceman that he is, it’s still hard.
“…Yeah, well, at least you got right that I’m a reptile and not a frog or something,” he ends up saying. A joke to brush it off. He swims a few feet further away.
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"Well, yeah, you’re obviously a salamander of some fucking kind," he jokes back with his own uncertain smirk.
"Got bad memories of being grabbed and I can’t see what it is. You didn’t grab me, you grabbed the board, but I didn’t like it and got angry. Shouldn’t have said that word or… or yelled."
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“Oh, my bad.” He rubs the back of his head. “Guess not everyone is cool with being messed with.”
He grew up with his three brothers and April and basically no one else. It’s easy to forget sometimes that there are boundaries in normal social interaction. Leo knows better than to touch someone, but he should extend that to people’s stuff. Especially since Hargrove seems to like his personal space.
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A foot kicks out to splash water at the other.
"Do turtles go out surfing with boards or just swim?" C'mon, he can salvage this situation, right? Right?
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“Only board I’ve ever been on is a skateboard. But I never saw a beach until I came here.” He didn’t get to go to Tahiti with his brothers. “I bet I could do it, though.”
He’s Leonardo, good at everything, after all.
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Billy let his gaze linger out on the water, almost feeling homesick for California and her waves. "You were missing out then. No one has a coast and surf like California. I'm glad we've got this beach down here, but it just makes me miss home when I get to thinking about it."
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"Oooh, so you're a Cali boy." Said with only a touch of East Coast Disdain. "I'm from New York myself. This place is nothing like it at all."
He gets pretty homesick too, actually. He misses the city... though not as much as he misses the rest of his family.
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It’s hard to tell if he’s kidding or not.
"Max and I are both from San Diego," he replies with his own pride because he knows his city is far better than whatever the east coast can provide. "Yeah probably doesn’t feel like home for you without all the people yelling at each other and congested roads."
A smirk, because he likes making dogs at east coast city slickers.
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And he gets it. Donnie is an egg-headed weirdo and Leo would clock anyone who said so. But he would never use that word! He's terrified of what his best friend April would do to him if he did (and she'd know, alternate universes be damned).
"Hey, the yelling is just part of the music of the city! At least we have pizza and not whatever bland health food you hippies eat."
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And it's good that Leo seems to take his threat about harassing Max seriously. As he should, because Billy Hargrove isn't against putting people in their place. If it sent a message, he'd do it in a heartbeat, reformation be damned. Don't mess with his younger sister.
"And if yelling is your idea of music, you have got to get a better set of ears."
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Though he does quirk an eye ridge at that, and then he grins and gestures at the sides of his head, where he notably does not have any visible ears. "Better pair of what?"
(He is being very silly.)
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He kicks water back at Leo again before paddling his way back towards the shore. "A better pair of whatever kind of ears you have, since you have to have some if you're listening to someone as awesome as me."
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He’s just going to let himself float back in on the waves.
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"You're a turtle from NYC. That automatically makes me better than some reptile from the east coast."
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