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[isawallflower]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, CHEERYCHERRY. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 019.46.820.17 *** CHEERYCHERRY has joined 019.46.820.17 <CHEERYCHERRY> It's Riley! <CHEERYCHERRY> Please leave a message! <CHEERYCHERRY> Please be someone with their priorities sorted out properly!

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[isawallflower]

[ Oh, just wait until Trish sees her travel form. ...Wait until Riley sees her own travel form. A small little kingfisher, so very fragile.

Her feathers twitch, but the smile on her face remains, perfectly frozen. ]

It's what I was trying to do~! [ A small bit of sing-song. ] I'm a cheerleader. You, uh...get out of school what you put into it, so...

[ She won't say that high school's hell. She won't say that every day she spent in that school felt like swallowing hot coals. She won't say every time she's struggled in a class she's had to pull herself back up, all by her lonesome, won't say the only place she's felt remotely comfortable is the field, is the practice gymnasium, is in a pyramid with her team but even that's been taken away from her now, leaving nothing but a cold-hot pit in her stomach— ]

I try to put in a lot.

[figlia_morbida]

[It's true, a kingfisher would be her last guess. Would it be anyone's guess? Who here knows their birds that well, honestly.

Anyways, Trish could laugh about the fact she was right about Riley being a cheerleader, obliquely, if it didn't seem like Riley was ratcheting up the positively positive positivity in a way that is almost too much. Like a cake that's too rich, enough that Trish can almost feel her own tongue burning from it.

But Riley's not saying anything that's untrue, right? Some people genuinely love school, and extracurricular activities, and college prep.

So Trish pats at her knees.]

I see. I can't really relate, but I'm glad you found something worthwhile in it.

[Even if it...doesn't matter here. Except, it can!]

Yours is an attitude that will serve you well not matter where you go.

[isawallflower]

[ She tries.

She tries, and tries, and tries, until it breaks her—or everyone else around her. ]

Mmm, thank you~ [ Perfect smile. Perfect girl. ] That's really sweet to say.

[ Almost abruptly, she stands. ]

Hey, so... I forgot, I think I should get going? My friend, we were gonna...do a thing, together. If you could just...tell Giorno I dropped by.

so many wraps this decembers eve

[figlia_morbida]

[As far as Trish is concerned, this is a good end to a conversation with a girl she beaned with a pillow?

The smile is tight, sure, but she assumes Riley is being awkward about having to leave, when it's really not her fault that Giorno is wandering around and not present for her to talk to.

She waves the harpy off.]

I'll tell him, don't worry. I'm sure he'll be happy to know you stopped by to see him.

[She flops over on the couch again with that.

Her nap was interrupted, you know! See you, space cadet.]