Maya Hart (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
finewithhalf) wrote2016-07-02 05:42 pm
finewithhalf) wrote2016-07-02 05:42 pm
ic inbox ;;
If you're looking for me, I'm out. Drop me a message, and I'll get back to you when I feel like it.
[She's slow to respond, since it means breaking away from Riley long enough to look at the network. And all they want to do on the network is talk about dead people. It's not the kind of stuff Riley out to be concerned with right now.]
I'll live.
I'll live.
[Helpful. Who taught her to answer like that?
Whatever.]
You need something?
Whatever.]
You need something?
[Some things come naturally when you don't want too many questions happening.]
idk
maybe
i just kinda wanna stick with riley tho
idk
maybe
i just kinda wanna stick with riley tho
[That won't work when he actually cares.]
What do you need?
Is Riley okay?
What do you need?
Is Riley okay?
[When it was all said and done, the first person that Riley sought out was Maya.
She doesn't actually have much to say, for once, so she just latches on.]
She doesn't actually have much to say, for once, so she just latches on.]
she had a bad time
her dad was here. he didn't stay.
she needs me.
her dad was here. he didn't stay.
she needs me.
[If Riley hadn't initiated the latching, Maya might have done it herself. It's a hug that both of them desperately need.]
At least you got to see him for a little while, right? It's better than nothing...
At least you got to see him for a little while, right? It's better than nothing...
It'd be better if... you know, didn't happen too.
[She doesn't really want to outright say that.]
[She doesn't really want to outright say that.]
Is her dad good or bad?
Granted. But what do you need?
Granted. But what do you need?
Yeah... yeah, I know, Sweetie. We can't take that part back though.
[There are a few rapid-fire texts in reply to that.]
> he's good
> the best
> don't tell her I said that
> i don't know
> he's good
> the best
> don't tell her I said that
> i don't know
her room. it's next to mine.
[Maya's room is 90% Art Studio anyway. She sleeps in Riley's room and just doesn't associate it as being mutually theirs.]
[Maya's room is 90% Art Studio anyway. She sleeps in Riley's room and just doesn't associate it as being mutually theirs.]
Can I check in?
[He wants to check on her - them - but he's also aware that just barging into a teenager's room is creepy no matter the context.]
[He wants to check on her - them - but he's also aware that just barging into a teenager's room is creepy no matter the context.]
[So it isn't long after that Leonard first knocks the door, then walks right in, given he's already been given the go ahead. He closes the door behind him quietly then leans back against it as he looks around the room, eyes briefly on the sleeping Riley before settling on Maya instead.]
Tough couple of days.
Tough couple of days.
[She's hovering over Riley even then, sitting next to her and combing her fingertips through her friend's hair. She peels herself away and moves over to a desk, where they ought to be able to talk with some freedom.]
It started out fine. There were parties.
It started out fine. There were parties.
I never really trust "fine".
[He stays by the door at first, but then pushes away from it so he can stand closer to her, his hand by his side, thumb touching his little finger.]
You didn't get hurt, did you?
[He stays by the door at first, but then pushes away from it so he can stand closer to her, his hand by his side, thumb touching his little finger.]
You didn't get hurt, did you?
[She shakes her head.]
I met one of the mirrors. He seemed nice. Not even that kind of nice that people use when they're lifting your wallet.
I met one of the mirrors. He seemed nice. Not even that kind of nice that people use when they're lifting your wallet.
[He has to smirk at the mention of wallet lifting, but then he just nods.]
From what I gather, my mirror is nice too. Go figure. I always thought I'd be the evil twin.
From what I gather, my mirror is nice too. Go figure. I always thought I'd be the evil twin.
Riley doesn't like knowing about people dying.
[She presses her lips together.]
I don't know how to protect her from it.
[She presses her lips together.]
I don't know how to protect her from it.
Hard to protect anyone from life. Tends to just happen.
[He glances over at Riley for a moment before looking at Maya.]
What about you, princess? Doubt you like it either.
[He glances over at Riley for a moment before looking at Maya.]
What about you, princess? Doubt you like it either.
What do you mean, what about me?
[She looks away from him, touching her hair in a motion that most definitely isn't nervous or unsettled.]
I'm fine. Of course I'm fine what's not to be fine about? I grew up in a sketchy neighborhood that stuff happens all the time. This isn't about me.
[She looks away from him, touching her hair in a motion that most definitely isn't nervous or unsettled.]
I'm fine. Of course I'm fine what's not to be fine about? I grew up in a sketchy neighborhood that stuff happens all the time. This isn't about me.
It's a route to go down, you know. Acting like nothing can touch you.
[It's certainly been his route. He moves his hand to hold the opposite elbow loosely, taking a step so he can lean against the desk.]
You think that's your route?
[It's certainly been his route. He moves his hand to hold the opposite elbow loosely, taking a step so he can lean against the desk.]
You think that's your route?
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