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Kindred looked away from his pizza at the mention of his name. He didn't think anyone had actually heard anything about him being as they all were leaving when he finally made it. He gave a small smile and wave to Seamus and then Liam. "Hey." he said and then was at a complete loss as to what to say afterwards.

Lucky for the older boy, Liam seemed to have quite a bit to say. Kindred chuckled at the tv show comment. when it was on he was probably too young to have cared. "TV?" Kindred responded to Liam's question. "No, I don't watch really any of it. They don't really have tvs at.... well, where I've lived."

Seamus grinned at the goth boy's expression. He was so much more approachable- and likeable- when he showed his emotions. "Yeah, I can relate to that. My friend Christie is a complete and total klutz, and she'd always barrel into me, asleep or awake. One time, we were sitting in our school's cafeteria, and she started to get up but slipped on some food under the table, so she ended up doing an accidental backwards roll onto the ground by the trash can. Freakin' hilarious." Deciding to try his luck and tease the other boy, he asked, "So, am I liable to be tripped over by you, or have you passed your clumsy stage in life?"

But before Orpheus could answer, Aiden started to jokingly mother him. He had just finished off another piece of pizza when he picked up on Liam and Kindred's conversation about TV. Ah, male bonding time.

"Unlike Kindred, I used to veg. out in front of the TV on Saturday mornings. Cartoons, and all that. The Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy is my favorite. Although House, M.D. is cool too. Never could stand watching sports. And I'm gonna take a wild guess here and say that TV is one of Liam's hobbies....but what about you, Kindred? Do you-"

But apparently all of the day's excitement had come at a price, as evidenced by his spontaneous lapse into sleep. Luckily for him, his head was the only thing that drooped, but although he was still standing, his plate of pizza fell to the ground with a squelch.

Liam gave Kindred a long, rather disbelieving look. Where he lived? What was he, an alien? He certainly didn’t look like he came from a third world country. It was, after all, impossible for anyone in America to not have a tv. Most families had two-point-five televisions. Or wait, maybe that was children. It was as he was pondering this fact that Seamus collapsed, and it made him tense up, his panic mode preparing to kick in but thwarted by Oriel’s decisive actions and rather manly handling of the situation.

“...” He just didn’t know what to say, but it didn’t seem appropriate to say anything - just in case the other boy could still hear them while he was sleeping. Instead, Liam’s attention turned to Aiden as he finished yet another piece of pizza, and he nudged his plate over towards him. “Here, you can have mine...” he offered, putting on one of his uneasy smiles, an expression that looked as pasted on as any one of Mr. Potatohead’s grins, “You’ll have to pay me back though....” It was the first joke he had made with any of the boys, and it was clear that it wasn’t something he normally did, as he didn’t know how to make it flow casually, feeling the need to wink dramatically and brush it off with a hurried “Just kidding..”

Just like his sister? That was a weird thing to say. Straightening his posture, he put on his most “macho” face - an expression that was in between Justin’s angry look and a Las Vegas lounge singer. “Hey, I’m all man,” he retorted in a tone much deeper than normal. The funny (or perhaps sad) thing was, Liam wasn’t really joking now. He honestly was trying to prove that he wasn’t as feminine as Aiden presumed. His ‘manly’ facade was beginning to slowly fade, however, as the boy continued on about his sister. “Oh... I’m sorry. I’m sure you’ll see her again soon!” Optimism wasn’t exactly his shtick, but there was nothing wrong with trying to make someone feel better. “Don’t get too fat eating all this though. Your fans would be upset.” Continuing his goal of making Aiden feel cheery, he rolled his eyes over towards Tristan and wiggled his eyebrows a little, only to brush his temple with a ginger touch in an attempt to look casual and innocent.

Kindred felt the look he was getting from Liam. That look of 'do you live under a rock?" Kindred was going to elaborate that it was infact homeless shelters that he had been in and out of and not some cave in the middle of no where, but then Kindred became aware of why Seamus was at RRC.

Kindred stared at the now asleep boy before another 'patient' came over and took ahold of the situation. Kindred had only heard of narcolepsy, but had never actually seen someone with it. It was weird.. and mildly funny but he stifled any laughter he felt rising up.

His attention then turned towards the conversation between Aiden and Liam. he chuckled at both of them. And to think, one of these kids might be his roommate.

Kindred repressed a flinch at the name Kinny. He disliked his name as is, nicknames didn't make it any better, espicially that one. He looked down at his pizza. One of the three slices had been eaten and now the other two awaited the same fate.

He looked back at Liam and just shrugged. "Food is food." he responded. Kindred noticed that Liam hadn't eaten any of his food. Maybe he was anorexic? Maybe thats why he was here? Kindred really wasn't sure as to what problems the RRC covered other than socially behavioral ones like he had. But han the narcoleptic was here. Kindred was tempted to ask why Liam or any of the others was here and but then feared the question in return.

"Not a pizza fan? he asked after a moment.

Wow, he had really walked right into that one. Normally, Liam tried very hard not to make his unusual eating habits visible to the public, but he had slipped up. Maybe that was the point of this place - to slip up. But that didn’t mean that Liam felt like admitting every single detail about his personality and -quirks- as he liked to consider them. “No... not really...” He trailed off as he considered the best way to put it. As Aiden had noticed earlier, he was a terrible liar, but now, -technically- he wasn’t lying, even if doctors and nutritionists had told him that it was all in his head. “It gives me a stomachache. A lot of things do. I... have a sensitive digestive system, I guess.” He wasn’t sure if he should leave it at that, after all it sounded like he was starving, since all of the meals here were communal. “Um, but don’t worry about me, Fanny, err that is, the cook here, makes me things to eat, separate.”