Achille had broken off from the group for a moment to go move into his own room and do his own thing to get set up. They sort of waited for him to finish so they could continue on with the tour and make sure each band member knew where each other were, but it seemed that the green-haired boy had decided to hang back when Nicoli approached him.
Riorek rolled his eyes and was about to move on with the rest of them when he heard his name mentioned. He paused mid-step only to hear this: "-Can be quite a dick." With a deep frown of irritation, Rye lifted his right hand and stuck his middle finger up into the air, hoping that Chilli would catch him flipping him off. ”Yeah, screw you too~” He called with a biting sarcasm in his voice.
After that, Rye stuffed his hands into his pockets and left Achille to his own twisted devices. If he cared an ounce, Rek might even feel sorry for Nicoli, but as it stood, he didn’t give two damns. He left the two behind and continued on, and soon Riorek found his own room. He immediately ducked into it and looked around critically. He practically slammed the door on his way in, shutting everyone and everything else out. He threw all of his own luggage- as he had refused to let anyone else even think about touching his stuff- to the side.
There was a large window set against the far wall, allowing the sunlight to stream in and paint the room in a refreshing luminance. Rio was not in the mood for light, however. With a small grumble he walked to the window, but instead of tearing the blinds over it to block out the sun, he slid it open and allowed the fresh breeze to flow in instead. Rye wasn’t entirely fond of the smell of the sea, but he did have to admit it wasn’t entirely unpleasant.
It was then that he pulled the cloth over the side that still remained closed, and then he turned to gaze about the room once more. It would do incredibly nicely. It had darker colors, which Riorek appreciated greatly- it would prevent sunlight from bouncing off everything in the morning and upsetting his sleep.
Before he even considered sitting down, Rye let out a sigh and moved back to where he had thrown pretty much everything he had been carrying, and retrieved the things he had still been holding on to for Oreo. Knowing the boy, he suspected that Orland wouldn’t be too far. Opening his door once more, he peeked out and, sure enough, Oreo had set up camp across from him. He strode across the hallway and to his door, depositing the two or three bags at his door but not really bothering to say anything about it.
Riorek then turned and slipped back into his room silently, swinging the door shut once more but leaving it open a crack. Strolling over to the bed, he took one look at it before flopping right onto it. It was soft, but still firm enough not to be utterly annoying. It smelled of clean linen and the fresh breeze that now invaded his room. He relished it for a moment before deciding he would be a lot happier once it held his own scent. It would feel safer and more like what he knew.
The drive had definitely taken its toll on him, and he wanted nothing more than to sleep off the rest of the day, or at least a couple of hours and then go practice some basketball. However, before he could really consider putting that thought into action, he could hear his door being opened rather brazenly. An irritated look crossed Rio’s face as he turned to see who it was and then chew them out for bothering him- especially if it was a member of Tranzistor- but instead he found Orland waltzing into his room with a huge grin.
With a soft grumble under his breath, the hostile look settled quite a bit, but a bit of annoyance still lingered. But Orland seemed to come bearing gifts, and with a cheerful little twitter, he tossed a basketball right at him. Riorek immediately sat up and caught it with a solid thump. It was then that the little red-head informed him of the existence of a hoop on the patio, and a look that somewhat held relief in it flashed across his face.
”Finally, some good news.” But then Oreo also suggested that he and Rio team up against two of the members of Tranzistor, and Rek couldn’t help but scoff, albeit a bit good-naturedly. ”No offense, but no one here would be even close to my level. In fact, I’m pretty sure you guys all suck. Do you even know the first thing about basketball, Orland?” Rio smirked wryly at Oreo with his question, but the look held no malice- it was more of a teasing gesture.
Rye rose from the bed and walked over to the red-head, the basketball held loosely against his hip and forearm. He paused beside him, and his hand suddenly found its way atop Oreo’s head, messing up his hair with another wry little look. ”Thanks.” The drummer then piped up about the leader of Tranzistor getting the red-head to run around sending messages, and Riorek rolled his eyes, completely ignoring what he had said about the whole ‘we’ thing.
”Best go and pass it on, then.” And with that, Riorek turned the other way and departed from the hall to go head down to the patio. He had, of course, brought his own basketball with him, but he wasn’t about to turn down the kind gesture that Oreo had presented him with. As soon as he returned to the first floor and onto a wooded or solid floor, he began to bounce the ball loudly against it, dribbling until he reached the door that led out to the patio. He paused to slide open the door and then headed out, reclosing the door with his foot as he continued his methodical motions with the ball.
He headed out towards the hoop and began his practice. Orland had said that lunch would also be out here, so he wanted to get at least a bit of something done that actually mattered before he would be forced with all these idiots again to eat. Hell, he would probably just snatch the food and retire down towards the beach or even just back into his room.