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Riz hates Valentine's Day. It's so horny and Fabian's been getting a far-off dreamy look in his eye, so when his partner presents him with a bouquet of a dozen pink carnations, he glowers at him. Who does Fabian think Riz is?! He stares him squarely in the eye and shoves the flowers into his mouth, chomping away. Unbelievably, Fabian keeps smiling, unfazed.
“Were they good? I figured the thorns on roses would stab your mouth.”
“You… anticipated that I’d eat them?”
“Yep. Were they good?”
“...Yes.”
“Good.” He kisses his temple. “Happy Valentine’s Day, The Ball. I love you.”