Slightly confused, Riley brushed past his twin and went to the kitchen to fix himself something to eat. "I never said it was your fault. But he's been doing that to a lot of people lately. There is a flute or two that are actually really scared of him. Not to mention the clarinettist." He blinked as he recalled the altercation that had lead to the poor girl asking to never be alone in the same room with him again.
"I thought he just liked to bully girls to show his 'superiority'," he added, putting his fingers each side of his head to quote the last word. "Or maybe he just doesn't like me. It's possible." Riley frowned and poured himself a glass of orange juice.
"I didn't let him, otherwise I'd still be there. When have you known me to stop practicing when I said I would?" Riley could recall a bunch of times he had been late to a family function simply because he wasn't done. Sighing he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I don't have to. But there is project in the air. Some concert in January. The big plan is to get as many students in it as possible. Solos, duets, I might be part of Bolero with the brass instruments section. It's all organized by students too. Sarah is asking if it can be used for extra credits. Not everyone is participating and.. well I am."
Looking at the glass in his hand he shook his head. "I hate soloing, you know that."