[ Riz punches Fabian's shoulder, ears pressed flatter against his head in pleasure as he takes in his friend marveling at a bunch of fabric, as though it's not made up of worse material than his bedsheets back home. Riz had been a little worried about that. Of the Bad Kids, his skill is deductive, not creative. The others would have been better equipped to make something out of nothing -- a song from Fig, some tinkered creation from Gorgug, Kristen's infamous friendship bracelets. But Riz is just Riz, and so he had to make do with his own limited skillset when it came to arts and crafts.
But Fabian likes it anyway, just like Adaine liked hers, as though she didn't even notice crooked bit of hem, the frayed corner, the human-made fabric. He grins. ]
You guys have some pretty low expectations for a couple of rich kids. Of course I had to! It's your birthday!
[ Your friends giving you presents on your birthday, as Riz understands it, is the bare minimum. ]
I'm not sure if it'll really work as a battle sheet? It's the nicest fabric I could find, but uh, eighty-thousand thread count, it ain't. [ Is that what most dance bards use? Riz couldn't say. He's never paid attention to dance bards before Fabian. ] But I figured -- you can still dance with it? So.
[ Riz had been relieved to find out that Fabian kept the dancing up, even well into their Junior Year. For all that he didn't get dancing, he liked watching Fabian dance; he looked so much freer and happier than he did before, and a part of Riz had been concerned that he'd shed it out of embarrassment once they returned to Elmville and he had to go around sharing it with more than just his closest friends.
But lo and behold, he's still dancing. It'd be a shame for that to change now that they're here. ]
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[ Riz punches Fabian's shoulder, ears pressed flatter against his head in pleasure as he takes in his friend marveling at a bunch of fabric, as though it's not made up of worse material than his bedsheets back home. Riz had been a little worried about that. Of the Bad Kids, his skill is deductive, not creative. The others would have been better equipped to make something out of nothing -- a song from Fig, some tinkered creation from Gorgug, Kristen's infamous friendship bracelets. But Riz is just Riz, and so he had to make do with his own limited skillset when it came to arts and crafts.
But Fabian likes it anyway, just like Adaine liked hers, as though she didn't even notice crooked bit of hem, the frayed corner, the human-made fabric. He grins. ]
You guys have some pretty low expectations for a couple of rich kids. Of course I had to! It's your birthday!
[ Your friends giving you presents on your birthday, as Riz understands it, is the bare minimum. ]
I'm not sure if it'll really work as a battle sheet? It's the nicest fabric I could find, but uh, eighty-thousand thread count, it ain't. [ Is that what most dance bards use? Riz couldn't say. He's never paid attention to dance bards before Fabian. ] But I figured -- you can still dance with it? So.
[ Riz had been relieved to find out that Fabian kept the dancing up, even well into their Junior Year. For all that he didn't get dancing, he liked watching Fabian dance; he looked so much freer and happier than he did before, and a part of Riz had been concerned that he'd shed it out of embarrassment once they returned to Elmville and he had to go around sharing it with more than just his closest friends.
But lo and behold, he's still dancing. It'd be a shame for that to change now that they're here. ]