John mutters something about him being a fucking pussy before picking up his schoolbag with a few mended holes and a few not-mended holes, clipping him in the shoulder on his way to another part of the arcade. There's no books inside at least so Billy isn't getting whacked with tomes, just a handful of toiletries, some clothes and another pair of old worn sneakers. He might not have planned on dropping through the portal but he seems to have been headed somewhere.

"'Sex crap and weird stuff'. What are you, twelve?" John scoffs. If Billy's not leaving, John is. As much as he wants to stay here and just lose himself between games for hours, he's going to have to find somewhere to stay for the night soon that won't involve waking up with surprise dick in his ass.