Sometimes you and I have very different ideas about what constitutes as a good thing.
[ Parties. Drinking. Parties. Dancing. Parties. His Grandpapa. Parties. ]
But okay, okay, fine. I'll see you soon.
[ Which Fabian does, or at least as soon as Riz can muster at the whims of the new trolley system that's been put into place, and thank god for that. Riz has gotten real tired of only ever being able to hitch rides with his friends or just resign himself to aching legs at the end of the day. He is not a walking Adventurer, thank you very much.
He still looks a little trepidacious as he steps foot in Seacaster Manor (his own home now, as surreal as that feels), eyes darting around to take in any potential clues before calling out, ] Fabian? Still alive?
[ There's still heart-shaped confetti wedged in Riz's curls; he's clearly come directly from the strange, strange festivities Etraya's holding. ]
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Date: 2025-03-15 09:31 am (UTC)[ Parties. Drinking. Parties. Dancing. Parties. His Grandpapa. Parties. ]
But okay, okay, fine. I'll see you soon.
[ Which Fabian does, or at least as soon as Riz can muster at the whims of the new trolley system that's been put into place, and thank god for that. Riz has gotten real tired of only ever being able to hitch rides with his friends or just resign himself to aching legs at the end of the day. He is not a walking Adventurer, thank you very much.
He still looks a little trepidacious as he steps foot in Seacaster Manor (his own home now, as surreal as that feels), eyes darting around to take in any potential clues before calling out, ] Fabian? Still alive?
[ There's still heart-shaped confetti wedged in Riz's curls; he's clearly come directly from the strange, strange festivities Etraya's holding. ]