So kisses are a yes, but state-sanctioned kisses are a no, [ Riz repeats, a little amused (though it is not entirely lost on him that the way Fabian feels about them today is the way Riz feels about them all the time; it always feels weirdly like something you're just supposed to do), a wry smile on his face. He hooks one thumb into the pocket of his trousers. ] Well, I'm not gonna say no to anything that means more, uh, more chill hangs.

[ He's always trying out new terminology to see if it sounds cool. He thinks this one might stick. Chill hangs. That's Riz and Fabian, right? The Captain and The Ball: super chill.

He's a little touched, too, that Fabian's clearly set something up just for them, as though he -- well, Fabian might not know-know, but maybe a part of him has figured it out? Riz isn't sure if he likes that or not. But the part that he does like is the part where it results in more hang-outs and drags Riz out of the whole mess of pink and hearts and everything else that was making him immeasurably grumpy out there, even if he persisted in the service of clues.

His mind is clearly churning, trying to figure out what it is that Fabian thinks is a good time. Maybe something... physical? ]

So it's something in the manor... are we breaking things?

[ It comes second to his first thought: are we throwing things? ]