#slothinparise

@calliefm​ Riley paced around his room before stopping and letting out a huff. He was sooo bored and frankly, kind of cranky. He’d just spent the entire day shopping and now his feet hurt and he had absolutely nothing to do. Opening the contacts on his phone, he scrolled through, trying to decide on who to message to give him some attention. Ohh, Callie always knew how to well... chill. In a way, anyhow. Tapping on the contact, he typed out a quick message.  Riley: Yo, you brought your vape pen right? Don’t say no, I know you. I’ll be over in 5, be ready.  Satisfied, Riley sent the message and pocketed his device. He was just about to leave when he saw the sticky note on the door. Right. Wallet. Key card. He needed those things. He’d already had to ask the front desk to let him back into his room once, he didn’t want to do it again. With everything he needed, Riley made his way down the hall to Callie’s room and knocked on the door, “Hellooo, anyone home?”

@moonvoiid​ Riley tapped his foot impatiently in the lobby waiting for Ian to come to get him. Stupid elevators requiring key cards. Shopping was great but now he was tired and needed to kick his feet up on something, preferably Ian. He’d been sending the other random snaps while he waited, with captions along the lines of ‘get your ass down here’ and ‘bruhhhh.’  Finally, after what Riley felt like ages, Riley spotted him. “Dude finally, I’ve been standing here foreverrr. Was starting to think you’d clowned me,” he said, throwing up his hands dramatically. “My hands aren’t even cold anymore but I’ll still stick them up your shirt anyway as payback,” Riley said, narrowing his eyes in a threatening manner.