[ being trapped in petite hell means everything is huge and expansive to riddle, even this massive sectional. riddle likens it more to a damned bed than a sofa, but taking note of the impossibly tall television nearby-- it makes sense. it'll make for the perfect movie-watching experience.

not that that's on riddle's mind for long, not when he feels kaiser's hand on his head. riddle giggles softly behind his own hand before sitting up properly. he doesn't acknowledge that he would have been fine with kaiser's touch lingering. ]

Right you are. I can safely say no one else could ever possibly treat me to all this.

[ riddle will need to start saving his pennies up for white day... ]

You're already thinking of next year? There's no need to rush. If you're lucky, I'll have acquired a trial boyfriend to take me out. The poor bloke-- Whatever he does will be completely overshadowed by your efforts this year.

[ he was thinking the same thing, that hopefully he'll have bagged a hottie who takes him on a real date, but the more riddle ponders it, the more he realizes that his dream valentine's date is kind of already happening? there are a few missing elements that he dares not name, but all in all, there's no going up from here. what can a boyfriend possibly give him that kaiser hasn't?

riddle...will not think about this any further. instead, he leans over to start easing his low heels off. he spotted a fancy shoe rack in the corner and like hell he's not going to use it. ]

Anyway, what shall we do? Would you care for a movie, or shall I call room service?