[ Luckily for them, everyone else is out at the moment -- doing what, Riz doesn't rightly know, and hasn't felt as though it was appropriate for him to ask. He knows what he's been doing, but he has to imagine the rest of them are doing some investigation of their own... or just doting on that robot baby of theirs with an affection that Riz finds frankly bewildering. So when there's a knock on the door, it's Riz who throws it open.
He's been working tirelessly over the past week, but it doesn't show; despite the perpetual bags underneath them, his eyes are bright and clear, his posture straight and tall, a smudge of ink smeared across one cheek, a pen tucked behind one large ear, and a loop of string still tied around his finger, evidently ready to be strung to some conspiracy board or another. ]
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Date: 2024-08-25 12:42 am (UTC)He's been working tirelessly over the past week, but it doesn't show; despite the perpetual bags underneath them, his eyes are bright and clear, his posture straight and tall, a smudge of ink smeared across one cheek, a pen tucked behind one large ear, and a loop of string still tied around his finger, evidently ready to be strung to some conspiracy board or another. ]
Hey, man. How's it going?