Roland grinned as he walked ahead and paused when their distance increased. He looked over his shoulder, a smile on his face. "You're not bad for a freak."
Lyric grinned as he caught up, and the two began walking to no particular destination. "And . . . No, you're still an asshole for a guy decked out in black leather.”
Lyric eyed him, and his black leather jacket seemed to cling to his skin as he ran a hand through his dark hair.
"Leather is my bitch."
"Weird."
"I'm offended, especially since you're calling me weird," Roland muttered.
"You should be."
"Lyric?"
"Hmm?"
"What do you do in quiet mode?"
He tensed and relaxed his muscles as he c****d his head in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Why was he asking that? Did he know something? Had he talked to Billy, and had Billy mentio
