lovely silence, i bid thee farewell.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

This place is like one giant party that never stops, whether it's good or bad.

[says this boy in an overly large black tee that reads, 'Remember kids, it's okay to stop breathing when no one likes you' on the front. in one hand is a juice box, while the other is situated on the wall he's leaning his back against.]

Comments

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

But that's what you're so good at.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

What, partying?

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

No, keeping it going, big bro.

Don't tell me you're not him, either.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Last I remember, I was still thanking my dead folks that I'm an only child.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Great.

[sulking now.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[he'll be over here sucking on his juice pouch and not caring.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Hey! Pay attention!

[torpid.livejournal.com]

What.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Don't just ignore someone when they're talking, you, you ...

[falters. it's not like he can seriously insult this face.]

Ass jerk.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Ass jerk?

[he's close to laughing, but he'll spare him for now.]

I figured you were done when you looked like a wet kitten.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

I don't see you coming up with anything, smart guy!

[torpid.livejournal.com]

I don't throw insults around.

[shrugs a shoulder. sluuurps on his juice.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[he's sulking again, which is nothing new.]

J-jerk.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

You forgot 'ass' this time.

[siiighs, he just has to, leaning forward to ruffle his hair.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

[... buh.]

Wha ...

[torpid.livejournal.com]

What, what.

[leaves his hand there, tilting his head down at him to catch his eyes.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Hah.

[just going to dance his own jig that someone's paying attention, thank you.]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

So, you can make noises. Mind telling me why?

[he'll just keep ruffling anyways. this guy's like some weird-ass cat in a human body.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

What's it to you, impostor?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Hey, I can just as easily not-care if you don't want to tell me. I suck at being social anyways.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

As if you've got flaws.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

What, you think just because I'm pretty I have it all?

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

'cause you're Ri-ku, doy.

[naive, much?]

[torpid.livejournal.com]

[shoves his hand into his pocket, pulling out a little orange bottle.]

I hardly have it all.

[rattles the pills inside before stuffing it back down into his pocket.]

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

What're you, high?