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Hey. I'm Riley Smythe. I currently am attending a testing thing at Dalton Institute. I'm not really sure how to exactly say things about myself. I like reading and writing my own stories, but I've never exactly shown them to people.

[rileyssmythe]

Breaking Point || Self-Para

You’re exhausting to look at. He didn’t know why, but no matter how many times he tried to forget those words or even just try thinking of a good way to take that, he couldn’t. Even just having to look at himself in the mirror was exhausting. 

He had been close to the breaking point for a while now but what did he have to lose? He hated himself anyway. Shaking his head, Riley went into the bathroom, tears falling from his eyes. He felt pathetic, ready to just give up but as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t. And why should he? It was the easiest option of course but not one he was willing to take. 

Putting one of his gloves on, Riley stared at himself in the mirror and glared before screaming and punching it. He didn’t care if James was there or not or if anyone heard him. He was tired of caring and maybe they’d make him go home. At this point he didn’t care what happened to him. 

Shaking, Riley collapsed onto the floor and closed his eyes, wrapping his arms around himself. 

[rileyssmythe]

TEXT || Riley

Sebastian: Riley. You do this every time. I've made it clear, multiple times, that I care. Do you need it in writing? In blood? I've always been here to help you, whether you like it or not. Why you think lashing out is going to get you anywhere, I'll never understand.

Riley: Just... thanks for the number.

[rileyssmythe]

TEXT || Riley

Sebastian: Well yes, I would expect that Mistress Crane would not be overly impressed if you decided to go on a murdering spree. What spurned this on? I know you're not my responsibility, but I'm paying. It's not up for discussion.

Riley: It doesn't really matter what brought this on. Like we both just said, I'm not your responsibility so don't try to act like you care, okay? But you're not paying. I have some of my own money, I'm not letting you pay.

[sebaasshole]

[text] Can I have that number....?

[text]: …which number is that again?

[sebaasshole]

[text]: Ah right. I think you’re making the right decision— for what it’s worth. [phone]. Tell him to just bill it to my account. 

[rileyssmythe]

[text] Well it’s better than me murdering people. And the fact that I’m ready to start throwing things and breaking down is really high right now I figured it was a good idea. No, I’m not your responsibility to pay for.

[hufflebrett-blog]

I’ve only been here a couple of hours...

[hufflebrett-blog]

Well, I have to say I don’t exactly deliberately forget things. It just sort of happens. That’s another thing I’m worried about, that this just ends up being a total waste of time and- Sorry, Riley. We just met and I’m just playing the pessimist. You’re really easy to talk to… I’m sure you’ll pick it up soon, I’m trying to keep study up as much as possible right now before classes start up again. If you don’t mind a messy room, my side anyway, you can join me if you like?

[rileyssmythe]

Mine is kind of both. It just really depends on what it is. You don’t have to apologize.  I know exactly what you mean. I’m easy to talk to sometimes. Just be aware of that. I can help clean up! If you don’t mind me touching your stuff that is. I wouldn’t mind at all. 

[rileyssmythe]

Private.

[littlesubangel]

Up up up, sunshine, I need to see you.

[rileyssmythe]

Go find Bastian. He at least has the same face. And I’m sure his is less exhausting to look at. 

[hufflebrett-blog]

I’ve only been here a couple of hours...

[hufflebrett-blog]

That’s what I’m worried about, I’ve never been this far from home before. I guess that makes me pretty lame right? Hi Riley, so do you think that you’ve learned a lot here so far? I’m trying to focus on learning where the actual classrooms are right now.

[rileyssmythe]

I’m sure you’ll do alright though. I mean as long as you’re actually trying to remember where things are and all that then you’ll do okay. Sure. I’d like to say I’ve learned some things, but it doesn’t really seem to stick with me. 

[emmelin-eduval-blog]

I don’t know you but I do know that Mistress Crane isn’t going to be happy about someone missing an entire days worth of classes — and considering our last class would have ended 55 minutes ago had it not been Easter Break, you would’ve had no way to make up for it nor could you blame on being sick as you’ve publicly told people you’re willing to skip classes. But since it’s Easter, you’re in luck

[rileyssmythe]

But the thing is I said I didn’t want to move. I could be sick. You wouldn’t know that, would you? No, I don’t think so. And it wouldn’t be the first time I missed a few classes. It doesn’t kill anyone to miss a class or two. And frankly, even if it wasn’t Easter Break, I wouldn’t have cared. 

[emmelin-eduval-blog]

It’s a shame you have classes all day.

[rileyssmythe]

No... I don’t want to move and I haven’t yet and I’m not going to.

[rileyssmythe]

Let's just leave it at I'd totally tap that ass. Repeatedly.

So what's stopping you from doing that exactly?

[thejamesberry-blog]

Best and worst room mate ever.

Say’s the one who told people I was dead, threatened to sell my paintings and then kick me out for three days because of the plague. Please, I’m the best, I let you cuddle me.

[thejamesberry-blog]

Yeah, yeah you say this now but when I do something wrong all hell will be released. And those fucking eyes of yours. I do take pride in my cuddling abilities.

[rileyssmythe]

Duh. I’ll puppy dog pout you so hard that your babies will even bow down to me, James Michael Berry. I really don’t know your middle name but that just sounds good. So go with it. 

[thejamesberry-blog]

Best and worst room mate ever.

Say’s the one who told people I was dead, threatened to sell my paintings and then kick me out for three days because of the plague. Please, I’m the best, I let you cuddle me.

[rileyssmythe]

I love you. Don’t tell your girlfriend. But yes, you’re one of the best cuddlers. 

[rileyssmythe]

You have a gorgeous butt.

But the better question is why are you looking at my butt? And who is looking at my butt?

[rileyssmythe]

You're a sweet person but a bit of a crybaby.

I can’t exactly deny that, I guess. I’d apologize for being a crybaby, but I’m sure you don’t know anything about me or my life to make me that way.

[rileyssmythe]

TXT || RAMES

JAMES: Hey, right now I'm building a blanket fort so that's not sex. It's sweet. I'm a sweet boyfriend at times you know. Pssh, you really do want to listen to what I'm going to be up to.

RILEY: Fine. Tell me what you're going to be up too.

[rileyssmythe]

Honor.

[honororobey]

As in the Emperor’s New Clothes written by Hans Christian Andersen. Given I am probably not the best person to ask, I will do you the favor of not giving a suggestion.

[rileyssmythe]

Oh! I don't think I've read that one. But thank you, I think.

[rileyssmythe]

TXT || RAMES

JAMES: You really don't want to hear my plans for tonight. I'm hurt.

RILEY: Not if it involves you two doing things, no. Not really. I love you, but I don't /love/ you enough to hear about any rendezvous.