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.]

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[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?

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Dying, but you were close. I feel pretty high most of the time.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Tch, that's no good dying in here. You'll just make the place reek.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Like I can stop it.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Unless you're already dead.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

No, pretty sure my heart's still beating and I can't phase through walls.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Hey, I died.

Well, maybe.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

That's boring. If I die, I don't want to stick around. Especially here.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

It's not my fault I can't remember anything!

And it's not even that bad, lighten up.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

Don't you get that I don't like people? I miss my quiet little cafe. People just kept everything to their tables and sometimes they'd ask me to play songs on the piano, and I would.

That's how it went every day, and I didn't want to spend the rest of my life any other way.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

So go lock yourself up or something. I was just trying to help.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

I know. I'd lock myself in the ballroom if I could.

[switchedblade.livejournal.com]

Maybe if you stay really far away in the corner.

[torpid.livejournal.com]

That's boring. I don't like people but I don't want to just rot.