#riz.

it feels bad - not having support. not having someone there looking out for you. even before riz met the bad kids, his friends, he at least had his mom. sklonda has always been there for him, and he could rely on the fact that she always would be. standing in the bowels of seacaster manor, watching fabian eat old fried rice from places old fried rice shouldn't be, he can see loneliness within his friend, and can't let it go on any longer. 'you can sleep on my couch. or on the floor in my bedroom. my mom probably won't even know you're there, but she wouldn't care if you stayed, either,' riz is aware fabian might not want to accept this sort of help, but he couldn't keep coming back to fabian home, alone, in an empty house, listening to podcasts at full blast. it made riz sad. 'she can make you real food and stuff. plus, we can carpool to school,' he glances up at fabian hopefully. 'c'mon, man. just stay for a couple days. it'll be good for you,' @bloodykneestm.

they're all exhausted. the bad kids worked hard to safe the world, and got very little appreciation for it. riz can't say he's surprised. the world wasn't exactly fair. he's come to terms with that over the years, and thus, he was handling this whole night yorb thing, and the fact that their entire summer was wasted on it, better than his friends were. with junior year starting in about an hour, riz approaches the seacaster manor - looking mostly abandoned ; quiet and empty, even from the outside - with two cups of piping coffee. knuckles wrap against the door, waiting for fabian to open up. riz has already had 3 cups since they arrived back home, so he's wide awake, and would be for awhile. 'hey - just thought you could use this before we have to, y'know... spend the next 8 hours of our lives back at the place some people call a school,' the goblin hands his friend the cup, taking a sip from his own. 'my mom said we could give you a ride, if you want,' @ephemaera.

welcome to the pettiness that is Morgan.