( bishop publishing has become home to billy since it'd first shown up. not because he dislikes the apartment facility, but because if he lets himself stay by himself, he's going to huddle up in a corner and cease to exist until someone comes along and drags him back out. at least he's cognizant of his shortcomings and is actively working to not fall back into them. instead, he's made himself comfortable on one of the larger sofas in the common area, legs pulled up onto the couch and an arm wrapped around them while his other hand holds his phone up on top of his knees. he's idly scrolling through something but stops when he notices someone else coming in to raise a hand and offer a wave with a small smile. )

Hey.

( and with a wave of his fingers, the snack table that had been empty is once again covered in miscellaneous - whatever was sitting in the kitchen just a moment ago. )

Kate's somewhere around here? I think.

( if one snoops around enough, they may find themselves back where the private rooms are situated. while most of them might be locked up, billy's door remains cracked open during the day when he's inside of it, making it not all too difficult to find him sitting on the mattress in the room with his back pressed up against the wall and his chin pressed against his palm, head turned towards the wall beside him but not quite looking at it.

or perhaps instead of sulking, he's meditating. something that may have looked relatively normal, if he wasn't floating a good several feet off the ground with his legs crossed under him and candles surrounding him. his eyes are open, but they're not looking at anything. instead of his sclera being visible, his eyes are bright blue under eyelids, mouth twisted into a small frown. he's concentrating, and won't immediately notice someone letting themselves in. )

( hit me up with whatever, i'll run with it! or send me a pm / reach out to me at crowbars and we can plot something. )