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Hey. Hope everyone's recovering from that stupid maze okay.

I'll just get right down to my point of inquiry. For a place that claims that we're meant to save the universe, I've noticed a pretty dramatic human-bias around here that strikes me as kind of odd, considering how diverse the universe actually is.

So I'd like to get a show of hands. Who here is from a world where humans are the only sentient species around, and who here is from a world with more than just humans kicking around? What other sorts of species are around? I'd like to know how much of it is selection-bias based on who's running this place and how much of it is them drawing from places that just don't have any non-human populations. I wouldn't mind hearing about what sorts of non-humans you have around either, but that's probably less important, statistically speaking.

Lastly... what do you see when you look at this picture?

[ Inserted is a photograph of a suave looking goblin man in a tuxedo with a pencil-thin moustache. He's holding a champagne flute towards the camera with his arm around -- something. If you've been infected by the curse, you'll see the goblin man's arm is around a black tabaxi woman, but if not, his arm looks as though it's simply hanging in mid-air. ]

[ OOC NOTE: due to the extremely low likelihood we'll ever get kalina in-game, the picture is just for flavour! if you'd like your character to be infected by the shadowcat and thus able to see her image in the photo, it would be due to any circumstance in which any of riz's bodily fluids were absorbed into their own body in some way, i.e. blood or saliva. feel free to handwave a circumstance in which that could happen, even if it's riz's blood lingering on one of the labyrinth's traps that then got into an open cut of theirs, a glass in the labyrinth he drank from that they then used, etc., etc.! Please see this comment for more information! ]

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This isn't what promising not to get mad looks like! If you just promised not to get mad, I would've just opened the door! I--

[ He looks behind him. He realizes, for the first time, the scale that his new project had ballooned to. He really had meant to keep it to the living room, even if it spanned the entire wall behind their couch. He really had. But people kept on talking and saying things like hive mind parasite apocalyptic disaster and earths one two three four and by the way your entire race is fictional and it had been -- worrying, and Riz only responds under this much pressure in one way.

More than anything, Fabian should be worried by the stricken expression on Riz's face as he recognizes what he's done, which he covers up with what is possibly the least convincing smile anyone has ever conjured up. His eyebrows are doing some increasingly interesting things. He can clean most of this up by the time Fabian gets up, right? All he needs to do is break the elevator. And sic another lion on the lobby. And set up a series of elaborate traps. ]

Whatever, man! You know! Yeah!

[ Nailed it. ]

Have you considered maybe going to the diner for, like, half an hour?

[ That is probably the most suspicious expression he has ever seen on Riz's face in the entire past three years they've known each other now.

And that's saying something.

Hence why Fabian can only say one thing: ]

I'm coming up right now! [ It's the only way. He doesn't want to know what Riz is going to do otherwise, okay. ] And I'm going to Action Surge that door off its hinges if I have to!

[ That's a promise, Riz.

In fact, Fabian is already starting to run in the direction of the entrance to the apartment building...

Ruh-roh. Sounds like you may have like, two minutes to do something about this situation you only just became conscious of, Riz. ]

Nooooooo! Fabian, come on, I just need like ten minutes--

[ It's no use. Fabian is already gone. And so Riz scrambles off as quickly as he can muster, fueled by the panic unique to snapping out of a funny little episode and seeing what horrors you've wrought upon yourself.

By the time Fabian comes up, the clueboard blocking the door will have been disassembled, but the rest of the apartment isn't so much covered in clueboards as much as it is the clueboard. The issue is, is that when Riz drums himself into a frantic bout of mania like this, usually he's either in his office where nobody can see him, or he's at home where his mother is able to intervene.

From on top of the counter where he's standing, staring up at a clue he'd slapped at the very top of the cabinet, Riz frantically chants, ] I'm-gonna-clean-it-up-I'm-gonna-clean-it-up-I'm-gonna-clean-it-up!

[ His hands are shaking, which is not strictly abnormal for him. This is just how he gets when he's worked up over a case like this or when he's drank too much caffeine or more accurately, has done both of those things. What might be a little abnormal is the sheer insanity level of the clueboards, which have ramped up with the sort of intensity that usually takes Riz days instead of a single afternoon.

He swipes the clue off the cabinet, clutching it close to his chest. On it is written: TROLL: DEROGATORY SLUR USED IN HUMAN-ONLY CULTURES [EARTH-1, MUST INQUIRE FOR EARTHS 2-8. HUMAN RACISM INTERDIMENSIONALLY CONSISTENT? ]

I may or may not have spiraled a little.

[ The clueboard beside Fabian collapses to the ground. A clue wafts up towards Fabian. It reads: ARE WE REAL? ]

[ Fabian just stands there in the entranceway. Sure, he could move further into the apartment despite the mess all over the place now the board blocking the door is gone, but it's not any physical barricade that's preventing him from moving. No, it's how completely astonished he is at everything he's seeing around him right now.

He's frozen in surprise, that's what this is.

Especially since it almost feels like a scene from a sitcom. Riz trying to get rid of everything just somehow seems to bring forth more chaos as that clue board drops to Fabian's feet with the most extreme spiral question on top of it.

Fabian blinks. And - to his credit, though he already got mad earlier - he doesn't get mad right now. Instead he just stands there looking baffled, even when he speaks up. ]

The Ball, what happened?

[ Look, is this kind of a Riz thing? Yes. But it's kind of extreme even by Riz standards. It's as if you'd make some sort of flanderized version of Fabian and would pretend like it's his actual usual self. ]

What was making you question this? [ He says, nudging the 'are we real' board with his foot like he's testing whether some fallen bird is alive or dead. He's not sure if Riz is even looking to see what Fabian indicates in the middle of the other's frenzy, but honestly, he has just as many questions about a lot of the other clues he can witness right now. ]

[ Riz just stands stock still, staring at Fabian like a spooked animal ready to take flight as it registers that Fabian isn't going to start throwing some sort of hissy fit (if you could call righteous indignation at the state of their shred spaces a hissy fit; Riz may be a bit of a maniac, but even he knows when he's let something get out of hand), and is instead asking what's going on. Which is -- which is a lot, honestly. It's a lot. His mind feels like it's been crammed full of thirty different warring concerns, and this time, he didn't even sign up for it. It just happened. ]

I -- it -- it...

[ Bouncing it off of someone else would be helpful, actually. There's just so much. He takes a deep breath, speaking rapid-fire, as though hosting some sort of horrible auction instead of trying to convey matters of extreme existential importance to his best friend. ]

So I posted on the network as a census, kind of? We've all noticed how pretty much everyone here is human, and we've run into so many people whose worlds are only made up of humans that I wanted to figure out the biases of Aurora and what those implications are for all the worlds out there, 'cause if we're to take them at face-value, because as it is, the emphasis on humans would create a system where they're going to prioritize human worlds, right? But then I found out that not only are most people here human, but they're also from different versions of the exact same place. Nobody here has heard of Spyre, but I would ballpark about 80% or higher being from the planet Earth, but different versions of it, which I've got -- I've got those outlined there, there and there. Some of them are almost certainly from the same Earth, which I have divided by shared terms even if I'm not totally certain that they are? There's Earths with metahumans, Earths with parahumans, and Earths with none of the above, but speaking distinctly, I think maybe I've counted eight or nine possible different versions, taking into account the ones who've discussed aliens as their only exposure to non-humans.

[ He begins to tear down one of the clue boards from off the wall with quick, systematic efficiency, placing them all into one of his massive folders -- to be recreated in his own bedroom, no doubt. He needs to redo them anyway. There's no consistency here, no organization. He can do it better. ]

They're so racially homogenous that they see humans having any sort of magical abilities as being non-human as a point of, like, cultural significance, even if they're all more or less the same species, which is insane, but we gotta respect it. And as soon as I started going down the rabbit hole of representative races and shared worlds, I found out that -- [ he pauses, swiveling his head over to look Fabian in the eye as he says firmly: ] I don't actually think we're not real. There's better explanations for it. But you have to exhaust all options to do good detective work. What I discovered is that in these racially homogenous worlds, they still know about us, to the extent that when I shared a photo of my Dad to make sure nobody here could see Kalina - [ one person could; he's not getting into that right now ] - they were able to recognize him as being a Goblin. And how is it that they can do that when Goblins don't even exist in their worlds?

[ He jabs one finger at another clue board across the room, charting out mentions of different races, absently grabbing a cold cup of coffee to whet his mouth before continuing. ]

Because even if we don't exist in their world, they still have stories about us. They think we're fictional creatures. And that would be one thing if they shared like, just the words? But their versions of us are so similar to ours that they could recogize Dad as a Goblin on-sight. And more than that, the idea of us as fictional races is so universal that they use words from our races to mean different things as shorthand that fit with the same racial stereotypes from home? Like, Troll as a word is used as a derogatory term, and their view on Goblins is pretty much the same -- some people seem surprised that Goblins even could wear suits and, like, you know what they say about us back home, right? The view on elves seems a lot more charitable which, again, pretty consistent with our social norms. Not only are we stories in their worlds, but their fictions are at least a little bit consistent with our realities, and this is consistent across several different types of Earth, so. So.

[ So he spiraled. Some ideas are too existentially terrifying not to consider. He takes a deep breath. ]

My best guess is that we're dealing with some sort of dimensional bleed, or maybe we did exist and then somehow went extinct in those worlds and only stories of us remained, or maybe there are non-humans living incognito, or maybe we live on different planets as extraterrestrial life and there was enough crossover there for people to talk about us even if the humans who lived there didn't believe us, or -- it's all on, um, those clue boards, right over there. But the whole fictionality thing had to at least be considered.

[ He looks around at the wreckage of their apartment, a little crestfallen by how far he'd managed to get. Normally, he would have either have been stopped at home by his mother before it got this far, or he'd be doing this at his office, and would have gotten his requisite four hours of sleep in privacy before reconsidering things in the early hours of morning. ]

I swear all I wanted to get was a census.

Edited 2024-07-05 05:19 (UTC)

[ There's no way Fabian is listening to all of that.

It's not even that what Riz is telling is necessarily uninteresting, it's just that there's so much of it, and even more than that it's very clear that Riz has been spiralling. Might still be spiralling, in fact, if this long story is anything to go by. Fabian hears about the first few sentences of it before his brain starts to tune it out - it's all something about them being fictional in other worlds, which.. okay, weird, but not something Fabian's mind really feels like actively contemplating in this moment - and instead he looks around the room to take in the full damage done to it by Riz's conspiracy explosion.

God, there's so much. Everywhere. It's clear Riz has already been trying to stuff some of it away, but there's still so much left. It kind of looks like the aftermath of a party, but not the fun kind he threw at Seacaster Manor.

His brain tunes back in approximately around the time Riz seems to run out of steam, Fabian's mind maybe noting the shift in tone on his friend's end. He lets out a sigh and then properly turns back to Riz. ]

Alright. I get it. Some people told you stuff, and.. you know. [ He makes a vague, dramatic gesture with one arm. ] Stuff happens. The Ball stuff happens.

[ Aka Riz spirals. ]

But I really don't think that thinking more about that stuff right now is going to help anything. [ If anything, this spiralling just.. isn't good for Riz! Even Fabian can see that. You know, a guy who notoriously sucks at taking care of himself. It's saying something. ] So why don't we find a way for the most important of this stuff to fit into your room, and then we blow this joint for a while to go out and order lunch at the diner?

[ Because Riz has to get away from here before he explodes, okay. We're reaching truly critical levels of spiralling.

And-- hey, look!

Fabian is keeping the promise he didn't make to not get mad, seeming a little more chill - or maybe just resigned - about all this now! Isn't he so nice. Isn't he such a great friend!!! ]

[ This is --

This is a better response than he was expecting to get. He knew that Fabian's not the sort to get down to brass tacks like Adaine does when confronted with such a deluge of information, and that he delivered it in possibly the least cogent way -- he just couldn't seem to stop himself once he got started in the way that he rarely can, wagging tongue running away with him even if there's a voice inside telling him that he should probably just stop already. Considering the state of their apartment, Fabian was well within his rights to be mad. Riz was expecting him to be mad, at least a little. Some yelling, maybe. A couple of dramatic arm gestures. Maybe a cry of, you promised you wouldn't do exactly this, which is not untrue. ]

It was a lot of information, [ he says weakly. ] I think it probably is all important, or at least relevant, I mean -- d'you remember those brochures for that college I gave everyone, Astral State? They've got whole wings dedicated to this kind of stuff!

[ Fabian almost certainly didn't read it, but Riz prefers to live in the happy fiction in which he did. ]

But I can organize it better. Condense it. Not do all of, um... this is bad, actually.

[ To his credit, he does continue disassembling it, shoving it haphazardously into folders, eyes darting back and forth in an obvious tell that he's itching to rearrange it in a different way, but just having an accountability buddy around is stopping him from traveling down that path. His heart is actually beating, like -- whoo. A lot. Which is better than not at all. But he might throw up, and if he throws up, it will be largely coffee, because he hasn't actually eaten anything since god knows when. ]

Sorry. [ It sounds genuine this time, not like an attempt to placate him. ] I didn't realize how out of control it all got until it was too late. [ With some self-deprecation: ] You know, just, uh... just The Ball stuff.

[ Honestly, Fabian may have thrown a fit all the same if Riz tried to continue adding to his boards right now, or rearranging it, but considering the other still seems very much aware that it's something he shouldn't do right now and that he's instead helping break it all down a little is helping.

After all.. Fabian is aware that the other Bad Kids did accept his own changes, even though it hadn't always gone incredibly smoothly. Nowadays they're pretty normal about it, though, he thinks. Like they just accepted him even without all of his bravado. Like maybe the Fabian that can't be a captain or some marvelous leader but who instead dances and screws up sometimes is okay after all.

It means he should try to be a little more accepting of the things that make the other Bad Kids who they are.

Even if said things are really annoying sometimes.

Either way-- This is personal growth, okay. Him not throwing a fit at Riz, and him now moving the last pieces of the large boards out of the way - personal growth. This is cool. Or something. ]

Hey, it can happen sometimes.

[ Maybe not with most people.

But certainly with Riz. ]

For the record, though-- I am totally reserving my right to throw a huge fit about all of this next time it happens. I'm saying it now so you're warned! [ So maybe Riz can stop and think about that potential consequence for a moment if he feels like assembling boards all over the apartment again.

.. even though Riz clearly had enough opportunity to do so this time around too. Ssh. ]

It won't happen again!

[ That's a lie. They both know it's a lie. And last time he lied, he created Baron, so he should probably stop lest his clueboards suddenly come to life and start eating people. And before he fucks up again and Fabian really does throw a hissy fit, which -- looking at the state of their kitchen, Riz would be inclined to agree with him. He doesn't think he's gotten this worked up since the tattoos incident, and at least he was able to blame that one on a truly unwise amount of snuff. ]

Thanks for being cool about it. [ At least the tear-down is happening with great speed, now that he's figured out his preliminary filing system, thanks to a handy assortment of folders). ] I mean, it probably will happen again, but... not here. There's a ton of empty apartments here. Unless we suddenly get way more people around here, I think I can turn one into an office.

[ There's too much information. There are too many avenues of discovery. It's all just too much, so much that even Riz finds himself feeling woefully overwhelmed by the prospect of it all, and typically he thrives on having too much information. ]

So that'd be like, problem solved, right?

[ He'll still be spiraling, but at least he can spiral privately. And yeah, Fabian might suddenly be seeing a lot less of Riz, but that's not such a bad thing. He probably wants to bring girls back here someday. That's a whole thing that's important to Fabian, as he recalls.

Riz may not know much about romance, but he does know that unless you're in possession of Pok Gukgak's level of suave (which Fabian is not, sorry pal!), clueboards are a poor way to win a woman's heart. ]

[ Oh.

Fabian feels his jaw dropping a little bit. Because-- yeah, he gets why Riz is proposing that solution. And it'd probably be good, because then Riz would have a place for all of this that wouldn't get in the way of anything else, and it's not like Fabian wants to stop him from getting into his.. hobby, if you could call it that.

On the other hand, he knows what Riz is like. The moment the guy sets up an office here, he's definitely not returning to the apartment again. He's just going to sleep in there - maybe not even as a conscious decision, but maybe more because he forgets the time, because he just stays there overnight, because he gets lost in it all.

And then Fabian.. will be here.

In an empty space by himself. Left behind.

Maybe it's a cycle he can't escape.

It leaves a feeling like heartburn in his chest. It's so hard, because he doesn't want to say anything about it. He doesn't want to bother anyone else with his own dumb issues that he should be over, and-- besides, Riz would be happy with his own office, right? It'd be fine. It'd be better. Maybe not for Fabian, but it'll learn him to get better in time. ]

I mean..

[ ...

Something shifts about Fabian. He looks obviously awkward. Maybe in that sort of way where he's half-trying to hide it, but if anyone could see beyond that, it's private investigator Riz Gukgak, right. ]

.. Would you want to?

[ He doesn't want him to.

But Fabian learned how to smother selfish wishes like that a long time ago, way before he even met the other Bad Kids in the first place. Back when it was his parents he couldn't ask to stay. ]

[ Something about the way Fabian's voice goes quiet when he says, would you want to? gives Riz pause, even in his frenzied state, like just saying the flat out 'yes' that's on the tip of his tongue would be the wrong thing to say. He just can't seem to figure out why. Fabian doesn't like his space being messed up like this. And Riz -- Riz isn't fun to be around when he's like this, and he knows it. A part of him loves it, loves descending deep into a frenzy of overthinking and speculation. It's how he feels the most him, like he's really onto something, like what he's doing is valuable, important, like every other thing in the world that worries him just fades away. It's wonderful. When he's separated from this thing that he does, he feels... less himself. Lesser. Strange. Like there's someone else puppeting his body around while he waits for the next task.

As much as he loves it, he's also fundamentally aware that it's not good for anyone else, and probably not good for himself either. His friends usually indulge him, being that whatever he's focused on is usually predicated around something the whole team is working on (which is good; it means he's useful, he's helping the team, he's serving a purpose), but it makes him strained, strange, erratic. He usually manages to keep from descending into all this when he has company, but when he was home alone for hours at a time, things would get a little touch and go. The Bad Kids have seen him on task for their mission. His Mom saw him when there was no mission to be had -- just a kid getting worked up in the tiny apartment they called home, a kid she had to remind to eat and sleep and wash up long past the point at which he should be able to handle all of that himself.

There's no way Fabian wants to be around all that. The obvious solution is to remove himself, because he knows no matter how many promises he makes, at some point he'll look up and find that he's in the middle of it. Again. ]

I mean, wouldn't that be better for you? [ He slips another piece of paper into the folder. ] Even if I try not to do this again...

[ Saying anything more is the sort of thing that would get him sent to Jawbone. He probably wouldn't say anything at all, if not for Fabian's odd reaction, and the fact that he's pretty sure that Fabian won't start making noises about mental health and hey, have you considered talking to a professional about this.

His fingers flex out in front of him. He glances over at one of the boards, its ramblings incoherent to everyone but him. ]

Sometimes I don't really know I'm doing it while I'm doing it? I look up, and it's just... [ His cheeks puff out. He knows it sounds like a stupid excuse. ] Boom. And now it's all up in your shit.

[ Not inaccurate. Some has even made its way onto Fabian's door though not, thankfully, his actual bedroom. Some things are sacred. ]

[ Riz is right. Sure, maybe Fabian sees the vague contours or something that should lead to making noises about mental health, but-- that's not Fabian's thing. All he sees is that it's clearly bothering Riz, and he can't tell for sure if it's bothering Riz because Riz is afraid it's bothering him, or if it's bothering Riz on a more personal level beyond that.

It's difficult too. After all, it's not like Fabian experiences anything like this. Aside from his brief Baron possession stint, he can't really recall any other time where he just.. blacked out and then suddenly found himself doing something, no thought in between. Sure, he made a lot of terrible decisions, but they were always conscious decisions. His decisions. It makes it hard for him to put himself into Riz's shoes in this particular case.

But he knows one thing: he doesn't want Riz to go.

And he also doesn't want Riz to have to look like this.

(Okay, so maybe it's two things.) ]

Then.. we'll just deal with it when it happens again.

[ Despite his threat earlier of getting mad if this would repeat, right now Fabian just shrugs, any and all fight about this having seeped right out of him. Sure, the habit is a little annoying, but the last thing he'd want is for one of his friends to feel like he has to walk on eggshells around him, or just leave him outright. Even more so when he doesn't want Riz to go, when the idea of an empty apartment seems terrifying. ]

You and your mom figured it out, right? [ They lived together! It's not like this is Riz's first cohabitation experience in his entire life! ] I mean, I'm-- I'm obviously not her, but if you two could make it work, we can make it work.

[ It's a little more thoughtful and quiet - or, you know, less loud - than Fabian usually is. Even if he's not making noises about seeing professionals, he's still trying to be a little thoughtful here. God knows he wouldn't want his friends to awkwardly poke into his own issues. Which is why he's making sure they don't know about those in the first place. ]

Besides, it'd be kind of sad if all three of us just lived in completely different spaces here, right? It almost makes it seem like we're trying to pretend we don't know each other. [ He manages to downplay it a little. It sounds a touch silly, almost joking.

It's easier to hide what's underneath the carpet when there's a showmaster or a clown standing on top of it, after all. If Fabian has ever learned anything in his life, it's that. ]

I mean, my Mom kind of had to figure it out. She's my Mom.

[ And that right there is the sticking point between friends and family, as Riz knows it. His Mom loves him, he knows, and she's endlessly proud and supportive of him, and he hasn't felt a day in which he hasn't been able to rely on that source of uncompromising acceptance. But he knows, too, that his Mom would do this for any kid she wound up with, and that Riz in particular was never an easy child to raise. But he's who she got stuck with, so that was that.

The same can't be said for Fabian. Friendships can be built on unconditional acceptance, sure. But that acceptance can be revoked at any time. It's not like Fabian's just stuck with Riz -- he's made the choice to be with him, and as heartening as that is, it means that the terrifying prospect that he could choose not to be with him looms overhead. He's confident in himself while he's adventuring. He's useful. He figures out the clues. He hides, and disarms traps, and conjures up strategies and gameplans. He's confident when there's a mission at hand.

What they're doing here, seeing each other more than just at school and on missions, actually living together? That's different. It's not as though the Bad Kids aren't already well aware of his foibles, but now Fabian gets to see them laid bare, when all of these ramblings probably won't amount to anything useful in the long-run. It's a little scary.

But Fabian's right here, cracking a joke and doing his damnedest to get Riz to stick around (even though having an office wouldn't mean moving out; come on, Fabian!), so maybe he'll do the scary thing anyway. ]

But -- yeah. If you wanna make it work, we can make it work. [ He looks up at Fabian, heavy brows wrinkled in -- something. Touched and confused in equal measures, maybe. ]

...thanks, man.

[ Fabian hits Riz's shoulder.

Not hard, thankfully, but that's definitely a fist, knuckles out and everything! Sorry, the friendly jock gestures just keep happening.. ]

Well, she might be your mother, but I'm your best friend.

[ He says it so naturally.

As if to Fabian.. there isn't much of a difference. Part of that might be his own complicated relationship with his parents and the conditionality of some things when it comes to them. Part of that might just be that Fabian really does care so genuinely about all his friends. But he smiles in that way Fabian always does when there's no extra meaning to his words at all. When they're just what they plainly seem to be. ]

And I hope you're not telling me that I ought to look for a new best friend just over some clue boards.

[ Granted, it is bigger than the clue boards.

But considering Fabian hates having his issues pointed out, he can't imagine it's all that much more fun for Riz. So even though they both know the truth, and even though they both know that the other also knows that truth - he's fine with keeping it this lighthearted out loud, even between them.

Especially as Fabian is reassuring him that nothing like this could ever break their best friend bond. You worked for that, Riz! You hustled for years!! You gave up important information to an enemy for this!! ]

[ Fabian probably should get a new best friend for a whole host of reasons, Riz is aware, but it's not like he's going to tell the guy that after he'd spent the past year and a half more or less goading, tricking, cajoling, and otherwise conning him into taking the role (the role that Riz himself is still a little surprised that Fabian's taken to, even months in the future, and one he's not particularly inclined to jeopardize), so he just ducks his head and smiles instead, even ignoring the way Fabian's knuckles bounce off his shoulder.

(It's a little reassuring to know the future. That things get fucked up, and school is probably hard, and apparently they have to chase after the Night Yorb in between now and surviving their Junior Year, but no friendships have been irrevocably fucked up. That's a win. Sometimes Riz still can't quite believe how much he lucked out in Freshman Year.) ]

You know that's not what I'm saying, [ he protests. ] No takebacksies.

[ Which isn't how this sort of thing is supposed to work, but Fabian can pry their friendship necklaces out of his cold, dead hands. And then he'd probably haunt the shit out of him, or something. It's feels stupid, immature, weird to still care about shit that happened in fucking middle school (a time he's certain that his parents never actually look back on themselves as the well-adjusted adults that Riz is hoping to emulate), but sometimes he still doesn't know what to do when Fabian turns off the rich-kid act in favour of easy acceptance, thoughtless kindness. ]

...c'mon. Let's go get something to eat, and then I'll take the rest of this down. Deal?

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I am so sorry this is so long to both you AND fabian LMAO PLS IGNORE HIM

the tl;dr hits so differently at 11 pm

HAVE I... HAVE I APOLOGIZED YET........ m(._.)m

IT'S OKAY I STILL LOVE YOU!!!

;o; <3

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