&&its.not.my.fault. + grey.

[Ryot King]

Ryot walked through the shelves, the smell of musty books almost calming to the young man. Sliding his hands into his jean pockets, Ryot peered at the spines of the numerous novels in the section. His icy blue eyes swept across the books, looking for something remotely interesting. Nothing. He continued walking, not really intent on doing anything. He didn't have a horse to ride, and he didn't have any friends, what with the brick wall he'd put up around himself. He leaned against a shelf. A wave of exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks. Sliding to the floor, Ryot closed his eyes.

Ryot had been up late into the night talking to Leya. He was worried about her, all the way in Florida where he couldn't protect her. Damn his uncle. Damn him to hell. He'd had to go and screw everything up. Ryot could almost feel his uncle's fist even now. His own hands clenched in anger. His icy blue eyes flashed open as he leaned his head into his hands. He needed sleep, as well as someone to punch. But he wouldn't do that. He'd just sit here and stay silent as usual.

[Grey Banting]

<sub>Grey wandered through the library, wandering aimlessly as usual. She didn't really have anything else to do. She didn't have a horse yet and probably wouldn't have a lesson until later in the week. She missed home. She'd never been away so long. She missed her pony, her friends, her family. The usual. She sighed softly and peered at the bookcase, looking for something to read to take her mind off of her homesickness. or rather, horsesickness. She hadn't ridden since she got here and she missed Cheers like crazy. She slid her finger across the spines of the books, not finding anything that looked remotely interesting. Walking forward, she soon tripped and pitched forward, catching herself on a bookcase. She looked down to see what she had walked into--a boy sitting on the ground. She stepped back and looked down.

"I'm so sorry. I'm such a klutz." She said with a small laugh. But then she grew somber, for he looked upset. kind of strung out, too. maybe he was as stressed as she was. Figuring she didn't have anything else to do, she sat down across the small aisle from him, leaning against a shelf. She might as well make a new friend. "I'm Grey." She said, with an ever-charming smile.</sub>

[Ryot King]

Ryot glanced up when something hit his leg. He watched a blonde girl start to fall forward but catch herself. He felt kind of bad for almost tripping her but it had already happened so... oops? He watched as she sat down, shrugging at her apology. He shifted so she had more room as she sat down. Grey. Hmm... interesting name. He offered his own name, icy blue eyes on hers. Ryot King.

[Grey Banting]

She smiled softly. Ryot. Wow, his name was just as weird as hers. She was named after a color, and he after a public disturbance. She thought the name was pretty awesome, actually. She shifted a bit, crossing her knees and rapping her pink-painted nails on the dark carpet. After a momentary pause, she glanced back up, glancing at his intense aquamarine eyes. So...what brings you to the library floor? She asked hesitantly. Something wrong? She felt kind of insensitive now. She should have noticed that he looked kind of upset before she bumped into him. There was probably a reason he was sitting between the dark bookcases, looking lonely and anxious. She smiled sweetly at him, wondering if he'd want to talk about it. But if not. she wouldn't pry. Grey wasn't that type. She was perfectly happy sitting here in silence.

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[Ryot King]

Ryot ran a hand through his hair. This was bound to be another awkward run-in with someone. It always was when Ryot was around. He lightly drummed his fingers on his knees. Yeah, I guess... He took out his small notepad and a pen and wrote in smooth lettering. Finally, he handed it to Grey. I don't talk much. It's easier for me to put it on paper. I'm worried about my sister. He shrugged, as if he was being stupid.

[Grey Banting]

She was a bit surprised when he took out the notepad. To each his own, she supposed. She took it from him and read it. She nodded in acceptance. He didn't have to talk. If he prefered it this way, she was perfectly fine with that. She pulled a purple pen out of the bag that was slung over her shoulder, and wrote back.

Its fine. (:
Want to tell me about it?

She inquired, not wanting to pry, but thinking he might want to discuss it with someone. She handed the notepad back to him and awaited his response.

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[Ryot King]

Ryot frowned slightly, thinking about it. He didn't really know her. And he was never good at telling people things. But he'd found that the paper and pen let him talk a bit more. So he took a deep breath and wrote back with slow strokes, biting his lip. She's living with my aunt and uncle. My uncle... she's not safe with him there. My aunt just turns the other cheek and doesn't do anything about anything. I'm worried she's going to get messed up and hurt. But I'm not allowed to be within two feet of her, let alone at the same school.

[Grey Banting]

When he finished writing once more, she took the notepad and read the words, her expression becoming somber and soft. She glanced up at him then back down at the small notebook, racking her brains for something helpful to say. She was never any good at comforting people, and didn't really know what she could say to help. I'm sorry, she wrote in her script-y handwriting, I don't know what to say. That must be awful. Why can't you help her? She penned, solemnly handing the notepad back to Ryot.

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[Ryot King]

Ryot leaned his head back against the books. His icy eyes were closed when she went to hand it back, but he seemed to know because he held out his hand for it. He tilted his head, startling blue eyes flashing open. He read her script-like penmarks with ease. Restraining order. It wasn't my fault, though. My aunt and uncle told the police that I punched her. But I didn't. It was him.