Remi was bored. He wasn't really given anything to keep himself entertained here, not even his violin. He kept telling himself he'd have to talk to his mom about getting it since she had some more leeway as a psychiatrist than he did as a patient, but he kept forgetting. Mikkie visited him, sometimes, but even that was few and far between, and he hadn't seen her in a good week or so. He'd have to give her a piece of his mind the next time he saw her. She had promised him after all.

Since going off his medication, the auditory hallucinations had become constant, but thankfully most ignorable. As of yet, there'd been no severe visual hallucinations outside of nightmares. His sleep had been suffering because of it, but with nothing to do, he didn't really have to worry about throwing off his sleep schedule. They woke him up when he had an appointment or test anyway, so it wasn't like he could sleep away his days (and nights).

When he heard a voice at the door, he was a bit surprised. He hadn't expected Minglong to check on him, though he was relieved because at least it was someone. He opened the door and did a quick continuity check, everything seemed in order, and it seemed like a friend had come to visit. He grinned widely, "Minglong! Bloody hell man, it's been a while. Come in, come in. If I had known you'd be coming by, I would've cleaned up a little." A joke, as nothing really had the chance to get out of place when all he had was a wardrobe, bed, a couple chairs for guests, and bedside table. To be fair, his bed wasn't made. He plopped down on it, rolling until he was on his back, looking upside down at Minglong. He motioned clumsily to one of the chairs, "Have a seat." He offered.

Remi smirked rolling so he was propped on his elbows, looking at Minglong. "A while ago, I noticed my medication was starting to wear off, so I stopped taking it. Then the mood swings and stuff, personality shift. blah blah blah, long story short, I blew up the high school science building. No one was in the building, so it was just structural damage. A sort of... 'F you' to the dullness of high schools in America. Quite honestly, it's better this way." He looked away, staring at the corner for a bit in curiosity. He blinked back to attention, shifting so he could run a hand through his hair. He let out a sigh before continuing. "Sometimes, when none of the medicine wants to work anymore, it's best for me to just not take it for a bit, then things will work again. But occasionally I get violent, without really thinking it through, and I don't want to accidentally hurt Anya, so being here is the best bet."

He shook his head, letting out a small, empty laugh, "I hate mental hospitals mate, I really do, but I also hate the thought of hurting my sister. Because of that, I agreed to come. But it's lonely here, so I'm happy you came."

Remi nodded, but didn't reply, staring intently at the ceiling. Focusing wasn't as easy as he trying to let on. He rested his head on his arms, so he couldn't really look at Minglong easily. "I keep forgetting to tell my mum to bring my violin, so not yet, no." He stated simply, tilting his body so it was easier to look at Minglong. He raised an eyebrow curiously. "UCLA, huh? That'll be fun. I'm not sure how long I'll have to stay, but it's looking to be a long time. I'm still trying to get my phone back, because for whatever bloody reason they took everything away from me, but when I do I'll be sure to message you, okay?"

He propped his head up with one hand, smirking, "Yongji will still be around, right? Maybe I could get some private tutoring from him." He teased emptily.

Remi contemplated the offer for a moment before smiling, giving Minglong a nod. "I'd actually really like it. Maybe the violin..." His voice faded off for a moment as he noticed something in the corner of the room, but was thankful it was just a trick of his eyes rather than a trick of the mind. "Maybe the violin will help with focusing, too." He finished, returning his gaze to his friend.

He raised an eyebrow, even with an unusually high IQ for a schizophrenic, he couldn't imagine finishing college in two years, even with the community college courses as a background. He'd imagine it'd be a bit easier considering Minglong was actually a community college student and had been taking courses there to get the GEs out of the way, but even so. His eyes widened in amazement, though his eyebrows furrowed. "Two years to double major? I dunno, mate, isn't that a bit... much? I mean I'm not saying you couldn't do it, but considering you don't have a car and you also kinda have three boyfriends to deal with." He made a motion like his head was exploding. "I'd go mental." He paused, before nodding curtly, "Well, more mental."

He shrugged at the mention of online classes. "I could, yeah, but we'll see. I've been doing alright in here to the point I think maybe it can be a thing, but I got in a fight with the last psychiatrist they assigned to me so I think it's cause I'm in trouble that they won't give me a computer. I may have to deal with the one in the day room before I can bring in my personal laptop. Thing's a dinosaur, though."

Remi perked up, even going to his hands and knees, and pausing before shifting so he was just sitting cross legged on the bed. "Really? You'd do that? Sweet! I still have to try his cooking, and yours, come to think of it."

He made a face at the suggestion of letter, but then seriously thought about it and shrugged. "I don't see why they wouldn't be okay with it. I wouldn't mind letters, either."

"Thanks, love." He said with a slight smile.

He shrugged, "Well in that case, I guess it'd be worth it to double major. Still, I think I'd reach a breaking point from that, double majoring and graduating in two years. He frowned a bit as he thought of something, "So then, once you graduate, do you have to go back to China?" He didn't want that. Minglong was one of the few people who outwardly saw him as weird (which, the older man didn't have to say it for Remi to know that), but still accepted him. He didn't want to lose him as a friend. "Or would you try to stay here longer? Can you get dual citizenship?" He asked, frowning more.

"Yes, they don't feed me enough here. Three meals a day and bloody crackers for a snack. I'm not in that kind of hospital, damn." He complained, snarling a bit. His mood boosted though at the thought of getting letters. "It'll be good practice for you, and also something for me to do, since I don't really write much anymore."

Remi took the bag and looked inside, grinning happily to Minglong, "Fuck yes, thank you mate." He said before biting off about half the mooncake. He listened to Minglong, eating the mooncakes absent-mindedly. "Or you can get married to one o' them on paper for the citizenship and then having a more formal celebration when the time comes to you guys being ready." He suggested while his mouth was sans-mooncake.

His look changed to more determined, and he smirked at Minglong. "I want to go to Julliard." He said matter-of-factly. He leaned back looking up at the ceiling with a sigh. "I don't know how much I'll be able to practice though. If I can focus, which music tends to help, it'll be fine. But some days are really... really worse than others. Already." He stated simply, not caring to elaborate.

A small "ah" escaped Remi lips as he nodded. He wasn't sure about the dynamics of it for getting married, but he knew citizenship was a pain in the rear for sure. "It really is a commitment." He sighed.

"Yes, please," He said, sounding almost a bit desperate. "Finding music online to download is near impossible. I mean, it's one thing to have to pay for downloading music, but the music sheets?" He let out an exasperated breath. "Like they don't want kids to learn contemporary shit, y'know. Not all kids can stay entertained by classical music." He paused, realizing how his words sounded, "Though do bring me the Chinese music, that is all super interesting and it's different so it's actually fun." He added.

He thought for a moment before nodding, "I guess. Maybe after something that's also consistent, like lunch or something. They've mostly left me alone, honestly. Probably cause my mom checks in so often and she's familiar and friends with like, over half the staff. Otherwise it's mostly if I bug them for something or I'm scheduled for something." He shrugged, "Probably should watch me more, honestly."