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It's Ez. You know what to do, darling.
A House, Currant, Maine, Thursday
Oct. 31st, 2019 03:03 pmEzra had not bailed on the plans he'd made with Kathy a while back. He had, of course, been the recipient of many an invite to various Halloween parties in Boston and its surroundings, but... Yeah. Sometimes a man just wanted a cheesy movie night with old friends, right? It didn't necessarily have to have anything to do with how he couldn't even remember when this particular combo of friends had spent any time with just the three of them present.
Right.
Anyway, the living room was all set for movie watching. The coffee table - with no books in sight anywhere, probably much to Kathy's disappointment - was all loaded up with snacks and drinks of all kinds. The amount of it all was truly ridiculous, until you took into account how no one present exactly had a normal metabolism to begin with.
"Right, what have you got?" Ezra asked, flopping down on one end of the couch. "I hope you know that if any of them have were-anythings in them, you're both banned from this house."
[ooc: NFB, and for the two.]
Right.
Anyway, the living room was all set for movie watching. The coffee table - with no books in sight anywhere, probably much to Kathy's disappointment - was all loaded up with snacks and drinks of all kinds. The amount of it all was truly ridiculous, until you took into account how no one present exactly had a normal metabolism to begin with.
"Right, what have you got?" Ezra asked, flopping down on one end of the couch. "I hope you know that if any of them have were-anythings in them, you're both banned from this house."
[ooc: NFB, and for the two.]
So it turned out that Monday evenings weren't really a hot-and-happening time for trampoline parks. And that it followed that you could sometimes snag a great deal for a private event on a random Monday evening.
Two people were a private event. It was just... really private.
... Not that private, though. Not like that. But it was still a good place for two people who wanted to hang out and who were also prone to having an excess of energy sometimes. Which probably explained the wide grin on Ezra's face when they were let in to the place and he could survey all the damn activities, from the trampolines to the foam pits.
"Oh, I think I'm already in love."
[ooc: NFB, for the guy.]
Two people were a private event. It was just... really private.
... Not that private, though. Not like that. But it was still a good place for two people who wanted to hang out and who were also prone to having an excess of energy sometimes. Which probably explained the wide grin on Ezra's face when they were let in to the place and he could survey all the damn activities, from the trampolines to the foam pits.
"Oh, I think I'm already in love."
[ooc: NFB, for the guy.]
Currant, Maine, Tuesday
Jun. 25th, 2019 09:24 pmEzra hadn't seen Kathy since his circus school showcase last month, though that was out of a combination of laziness and Coterie responsibilities, not on purpose. Which he'd kind of figured she'd know, except when he'd called to invite her out to visit, she'd sounded... surprised to hear from him.
He'd done his best to sweep that aside, in his mind.
They were in Currant, now. Not his house, but Currant proper, for once. Sure, they'd started out at the house because it was convenient and private enough for portals, but Ezra had driven them out of the woods, and so now they were strolling along what passed for main street in this quaint little provincial village of theirs. The car had been left behind a little further back, because Currant was best taken in on foot.
But they were not alone. No, there were a fair bit of people milling about, oohing and aahing at just about everything in their field of vision, people with sweaters knotted around their necks or wearing khakis, stopping to take selfies in the most inconvenient spots possible.
Ezra gave a low whistle. "Did you know it's prime season for playing Spot the Flatlander?"
Tourists.
[ooc: NFB, and for that girl.]
He'd done his best to sweep that aside, in his mind.
They were in Currant, now. Not his house, but Currant proper, for once. Sure, they'd started out at the house because it was convenient and private enough for portals, but Ezra had driven them out of the woods, and so now they were strolling along what passed for main street in this quaint little provincial village of theirs. The car had been left behind a little further back, because Currant was best taken in on foot.
But they were not alone. No, there were a fair bit of people milling about, oohing and aahing at just about everything in their field of vision, people with sweaters knotted around their necks or wearing khakis, stopping to take selfies in the most inconvenient spots possible.
Ezra gave a low whistle. "Did you know it's prime season for playing Spot the Flatlander?"
Tourists.
[ooc: NFB, and for that girl.]
The big room at the circus center might not have been much to look at, but it was all a-buzz with excitement on this Tuesday evening as friends and family of the center's spring class of beginner-level aerial silks gathered to see the showcase.
Several rows of chairs had been set up for the audience, and there was a table to the side where refreshments could be cheaply bought while the performers were still changing into whatever they were planning to wear for the show, and/or trying to talk each other or themselves out of stage fright jitters.
For now, the long strips of silk hung empty from the ceiling, but that would change soon.
[ooc: NFB, and for those invited! OCD up, have at!]
Several rows of chairs had been set up for the audience, and there was a table to the side where refreshments could be cheaply bought while the performers were still changing into whatever they were planning to wear for the show, and/or trying to talk each other or themselves out of stage fright jitters.
For now, the long strips of silk hung empty from the ceiling, but that would change soon.
[ooc: NFB, and for those invited! OCD up, have at!]
A House, Currant, Maine, Saturday
May. 11th, 2019 11:05 pmBetween far-off beach vacations and spa trips in Ezra's very recent past, you wouldn't have necessarily thought he felt like things had been going a little rough for him lately. But... Yeah. Relaxation was far more context-dependent than you thought.
But still, surely it was a coincidence that Ezra had settled on this of all days to invite Ada to come over for her first ever visit to Currant? A complete coincidence, owing nothing to how his big showcase was just days away.
Right.
Anyway. He'd gone and picked her up from the portal, and now they were here, walking the pathway down to the house in the woods he shared with Lock. His arm was around her waist, keeping her close to his side. "So, here's my palace."
Or a quaint, small, unassuming house that looked more like it was housing little old ladies rather than supernatural mob guys. Palaces were context-dependent too.
[ooc: NFB, and for the mermaid in question! And so much SP.]
But still, surely it was a coincidence that Ezra had settled on this of all days to invite Ada to come over for her first ever visit to Currant? A complete coincidence, owing nothing to how his big showcase was just days away.
Right.
Anyway. He'd gone and picked her up from the portal, and now they were here, walking the pathway down to the house in the woods he shared with Lock. His arm was around her waist, keeping her close to his side. "So, here's my palace."
Or a quaint, small, unassuming house that looked more like it was housing little old ladies rather than supernatural mob guys. Palaces were context-dependent too.
[ooc: NFB, and for the mermaid in question! And so much SP.]
Amazing how quickly eight (plus one) week could go. This was Ezra's last session of his beginner level aerial silks class, and no one was more surprised than him that he'd actually pulled it off and showed up to all the sessions. You would've thought laziness or work would've kept him away for at least a week at some point, if not for even all the sessions except the first two, but no. He'd been here every week, tangling himself in silks, laughing at Morgan's jokes, and thoroughly enjoying himself.
He was going to miss it.
But not quite yet. They still had their showcase left, and a few voluntary times they could come to the circus center and get some practice in before they'd be in front of an audience. And Ezra was going to get all the joy out of it he possibly could.
And since this was the last session, yes, he texted out some photos from the class. All perfectly innocent, if you didn't count the fact that Ezra's limber body wrapped with silks was by many accounts obscene in and of itself. You were welcome, friends.
[ooc: NFB, but open for texts, calls, whatever, the usual! Major SP warning for today, though, because it's Vappu over here.]
He was going to miss it.
But not quite yet. They still had their showcase left, and a few voluntary times they could come to the circus center and get some practice in before they'd be in front of an audience. And Ezra was going to get all the joy out of it he possibly could.
And since this was the last session, yes, he texted out some photos from the class. All perfectly innocent, if you didn't count the fact that Ezra's limber body wrapped with silks was by many accounts obscene in and of itself. You were welcome, friends.
[ooc: NFB, but open for texts, calls, whatever, the usual! Major SP warning for today, though, because it's Vappu over here.]
Ezra had had a pleasant NPC encounter or two, yesterday. But in the end, he'd gone to bed alone. Which meant that now he was also waking up alone. And, he was actually pretty okay with that. Especially now that the tug of the pollen had abated. He had a comfortable bed all to himself, and nowhere he really needed to be anytime soon.
So he wasn't in a rush to get up.
Yet.
[ooc: Oooopen for everything that these weekends usually entail!]
So he wasn't in a rush to get up.
Yet.
[ooc: Oooopen for everything that these weekends usually entail!]
Ezra was back in his aerial silks class. This was class number five, out of eight. Luckily for Ezra and his little vacation, last week had been a break, with no class. But they were back at it tonight, honing the skills they'd been learning over the past month.
And Ezra realized he'd missed it.
Maybe it was because of last week. His mind was a busy place at the best of times, much more so than he liked to admit, but last week had been a particularly hard one in that respectregardless of how the still-in-progress SP turned out. Everything that called for him looking at himself and his choices and his issues was exhausting.
But tonight, he was just looking at Morgan, who was climbing further up the ropes than she had dared to before. Beaming down at him, spotting for her.
After the class, he sent Sparkle a photo Morgan had taken of him. He was high up in the silks with them wrapped around his legs, looking into the distance with his hand shading his squinting eyes like he was a lookout on a ship. For a shot taken in class for kicks, it was pretty close to being like a burlesque pin-up.
It was followed up by a shirtless selfie from the locker room, because A) Ezra had no shame and B) he genuinely didn't know about the situation in Fandom. There was a light sheen to his slightly tanned (thanks, Thailand!) skin.
Hello darling, how goes the costuming? This is your reminder the fabric has to be able to withstand sweat.
[ooc: NFB but open for texts and calls!]
And Ezra realized he'd missed it.
Maybe it was because of last week. His mind was a busy place at the best of times, much more so than he liked to admit, but last week had been a particularly hard one in that respect
But tonight, he was just looking at Morgan, who was climbing further up the ropes than she had dared to before. Beaming down at him, spotting for her.
After the class, he sent Sparkle a photo Morgan had taken of him. He was high up in the silks with them wrapped around his legs, looking into the distance with his hand shading his squinting eyes like he was a lookout on a ship. For a shot taken in class for kicks, it was pretty close to being like a burlesque pin-up.
It was followed up by a shirtless selfie from the locker room, because A) Ezra had no shame and B) he genuinely didn't know about the situation in Fandom. There was a light sheen to his slightly tanned (thanks, Thailand!) skin.
Hello darling, how goes the costuming? This is your reminder the fabric has to be able to withstand sweat.
[ooc: NFB but open for texts and calls!]
Ezra had said he'd take care of finding a place and all the ensuing necessary arrangements, and so he had. He'd even charmed his way into a slight discount on their stay at the villa, which he'd paid for with money that technically maybe wasn't his. Not all of it, anyway. Some had come from his actual savings - and yes, he had those. Contain your shock.
He'd also made his way here ahead of Dante's arrival. Just to deal with the check in and some other things, like seeing to some special requests. Like that there were two beds in the bedroom (instead of one big one), a guitar in the living room, and some decent enough beer in the fridge.
He was trying.
And he was nervous.
He was standing on the deck, now. There was a private pool, but the deck also gave out was facing the ocean. In fact, if he'd walked forward for just a few feet, his bare feet would've been on the sand. So even if things went sideways - again - at least this place was very nice.
[ooc: NFB, and for That Guy.]
He'd also made his way here ahead of Dante's arrival. Just to deal with the check in and some other things, like seeing to some special requests. Like that there were two beds in the bedroom (instead of one big one), a guitar in the living room, and some decent enough beer in the fridge.
He was trying.
And he was nervous.
He was standing on the deck, now. There was a private pool, but the deck also gave out was facing the ocean. In fact, if he'd walked forward for just a few feet, his bare feet would've been on the sand. So even if things went sideways - again - at least this place was very nice.
[ooc: NFB, and for That Guy.]
It was Tuesday evening, and Ezra was in class.
He'd been at Purgatory in a meeting Alistair and his team right before coming here, and Lock had acted openly surprised when Ezra had told them he wouldn't be accompanying them back to Currant yet, because he had his class to go to. Guess two weeks in a row had still been plausible, but three? That was unheard of, or at least it might as well have been, for all that Lock couldn't seem to get over it.
Still, they'd told him to have fun.
And he was! Having fun, that was. Especially in partnering up with Morgan who had a wicked smile and the kind of effortless but strong grace about her that had him wondering whether she wasn't more his people than he assumed everyone else in their class was.
But fun wasn't all of it. This was rapidly becoming a source of calm for him: a place where the background din of his brain quieted down some, and all he had to focus on was making sure he wrapped the silks correctly so he wouldn't fall flat on his face. Or, as was the case for a good chunk of this class, spotting Morgan so she wouldn't fall flat on her face.
It was good.
[ooc: NFB, but open!]
He'd been at Purgatory in a meeting Alistair and his team right before coming here, and Lock had acted openly surprised when Ezra had told them he wouldn't be accompanying them back to Currant yet, because he had his class to go to. Guess two weeks in a row had still been plausible, but three? That was unheard of, or at least it might as well have been, for all that Lock couldn't seem to get over it.
Still, they'd told him to have fun.
And he was! Having fun, that was. Especially in partnering up with Morgan who had a wicked smile and the kind of effortless but strong grace about her that had him wondering whether she wasn't more his people than he assumed everyone else in their class was.
But fun wasn't all of it. This was rapidly becoming a source of calm for him: a place where the background din of his brain quieted down some, and all he had to focus on was making sure he wrapped the silks correctly so he wouldn't fall flat on his face. Or, as was the case for a good chunk of this class, spotting Morgan so she wouldn't fall flat on her face.
It was good.
[ooc: NFB, but open!]
Even though it was probably surprising to a lot of people who (thought they) knew him and his lazy ways, Ezra was actually back in class this week. But it wasn't really that surprising. Yes, he was lazy, but he could up his game when the incentives were good enough. Like when there were a ton of hot people around. Or when he could do something that was both new for him and something he was naturally good at, and which didn't involve scaring or hurting anyone.
But of course he'd only really tell anyone about the hot people.
Or how hot he himself looked when he was wrapped up in the silks and suspended gracefully in the air.
He didn't text anyone during class today, because now that they'd all gotten hang of what it felt like to be in the air, upside down or not, there was too much to do for him to devote all his time to texting while he waited. But still, because he was incorrigible, he managed to get some new selfies with his silks, and even got one of the instructors to take a picture of him where he was victoriously posing rather high up, having successfully climbed his way there with one of silks winding around his ankle and between his feet. It was only too bad he hadn't thought to ask them to video it.
And now that class was over, and he'd taken a moment to shower and cool off, he was texting some of those pics to Sparkle, because he'd said he would. And Kathy, because surely she would appreciate some progress updates.
... And Ada, because why should everyone else have all the fun.
[ooc: NFB, but open for texts and calls, regardless of whether you're one of the ones mentioned!]
But of course he'd only really tell anyone about the hot people.
Or how hot he himself looked when he was wrapped up in the silks and suspended gracefully in the air.
He didn't text anyone during class today, because now that they'd all gotten hang of what it felt like to be in the air, upside down or not, there was too much to do for him to devote all his time to texting while he waited. But still, because he was incorrigible, he managed to get some new selfies with his silks, and even got one of the instructors to take a picture of him where he was victoriously posing rather high up, having successfully climbed his way there with one of silks winding around his ankle and between his feet. It was only too bad he hadn't thought to ask them to video it.
And now that class was over, and he'd taken a moment to shower and cool off, he was texting some of those pics to Sparkle, because he'd said he would. And Kathy, because surely she would appreciate some progress updates.
... And Ada, because why should everyone else have all the fun.
[ooc: NFB, but open for texts and calls, regardless of whether you're one of the ones mentioned!]
A House, Currant, Maine, Saturday
Mar. 9th, 2019 08:03 pmEarlier in the week, Kathy had requested Ezra to tell her when he was free to be visited at home in Currant. And today, well, he was free for a visit: the house was empty, Lock was off in Boston with Bianca, and Ezra had nothing in the way of obligations happening. So he'd told her that.
And now he was just waiting around, lounging on the couch, reading a book. Easy Saturday, just like he liked it.
[ooc: NFB. Primarily for the one mentioned, but open also for texts/calls/whathaveyou!]
And now he was just waiting around, lounging on the couch, reading a book. Easy Saturday, just like he liked it.
[ooc: NFB. Primarily for the one mentioned, but open also for texts/calls/whathaveyou!]
Ezra was hanging upside down.
But at least it wasn't because of a Coterie assignment gone awry! This time. Nope, this was a Christmas present from Ava and Cade, who claimed he needed better hobbies and more focus in his life, and that somehow he should make more of an effort to keep out of trouble, which was ust preposterous because everyone knew Ezra trouble was the best trouble. But anyway, they'd paid for him to take an 8-week aerial silks class in Boston.
So now Ezra was hanging upside down, suspended on two long and wide strips of fabric that were attached to the ceiling at one end and wrapped around his legs at the other. And he was just chilling, while he waited for the instructors to help some of the other students in the class get a little more comfortable with seeing the world from a new angle.
And texting Ava pics of how it made his hair look. The instructor hadn't let him go too high up yet - ostensibly because he was only a beginner, but Ezra assumed it was really to discourage others from trying to follow his lead - so the ends of his hair were almost touching the floor.
You really should get a haircut, Ava sent back. Before someone assumes you're running a very fashionable cult and tries to join it.
Ezra scoffed and just sent the same photo to Kathy. Maybe she would be more appreciative.
[ooc: NFB but open.]
But at least it wasn't because of a Coterie assignment gone awry! This time. Nope, this was a Christmas present from Ava and Cade, who claimed he needed better hobbies and more focus in his life, and that somehow he should make more of an effort to keep out of trouble, which was ust preposterous because everyone knew Ezra trouble was the best trouble. But anyway, they'd paid for him to take an 8-week aerial silks class in Boston.
So now Ezra was hanging upside down, suspended on two long and wide strips of fabric that were attached to the ceiling at one end and wrapped around his legs at the other. And he was just chilling, while he waited for the instructors to help some of the other students in the class get a little more comfortable with seeing the world from a new angle.
And texting Ava pics of how it made his hair look. The instructor hadn't let him go too high up yet - ostensibly because he was only a beginner, but Ezra assumed it was really to discourage others from trying to follow his lead - so the ends of his hair were almost touching the floor.
You really should get a haircut, Ava sent back. Before someone assumes you're running a very fashionable cult and tries to join it.
Ezra scoffed and just sent the same photo to Kathy. Maybe she would be more appreciative.
[ooc: NFB but open.]
A Bar, Boston, Tuesday
Oct. 30th, 2018 11:03 amIn the end, Ezra had decided to drag Dante out to a bar. Not one of the Coterie ones, but still one that he'd frequented sometimes, looking to have a good time. It wasn't as high-end as, say, something within the Purgatory complex, but it was still several steps up from something like that dive he'd found Dante performing at earlier this year.
Funnily enough, this one seemed to have an open mic night going on. Or, would have - there was a flier advertising it at the door, but they were a little early. Those proceedings had not started yet as they walked in.
"It's not a bunny party," Ezra noted, glancing back at Dante with a little smirk, "but I think it works."
[ooc: NFB, for the guy.]
Funnily enough, this one seemed to have an open mic night going on. Or, would have - there was a flier advertising it at the door, but they were a little early. Those proceedings had not started yet as they walked in.
"It's not a bunny party," Ezra noted, glancing back at Dante with a little smirk, "but I think it works."
[ooc: NFB, for the guy.]
A House, Currant, Maine, Wednesday
Oct. 24th, 2018 10:11 pmEzra's weekend in Fandom (well, mostly just the one hotel room) had been fantastic. But, like all fantastic things, it had come to an end - and much too soon for Ezra's liking. Because somehow, now it was already Wednesday, and that meant the weekend was getting further and further away, getting smaller in the proverbial rearview mirror. And he was back in his normal life.
Coterie business.
Although today's assignment hadn't been too bad. They'd just gone out to round someone up for a questioning. Less an actual threat and more someone who might know something about a threat, and who hadn't been keen on coming in and spilling the beans about it. The hardest part had been to find him. To sniff him out. After that, it'd been easy - he hadn't been keen on kicking up a fuss.
So, no violence necessary, for those keeping score at home.
Still, when he got home, Ezra felt the desire to take a long shower. To get his hair wet, and then just stand there in the spray for a while, like the water could wash away all the complicated thoughts in his head while it plastered his hair to his shoulders and the back of his neck. A fox could try.
[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual.]
Coterie business.
Although today's assignment hadn't been too bad. They'd just gone out to round someone up for a questioning. Less an actual threat and more someone who might know something about a threat, and who hadn't been keen on coming in and spilling the beans about it. The hardest part had been to find him. To sniff him out. After that, it'd been easy - he hadn't been keen on kicking up a fuss.
So, no violence necessary, for those keeping score at home.
Still, when he got home, Ezra felt the desire to take a long shower. To get his hair wet, and then just stand there in the spray for a while, like the water could wash away all the complicated thoughts in his head while it plastered his hair to his shoulders and the back of his neck. A fox could try.
[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual.]
The Inferno, Boston, Wednesday Evening
Oct. 10th, 2018 09:59 pmOne of the weird things about the change in how the Coterie functioned was that sometimes, Ezra and Lock got summoned to Boston for something completely innocuous and, frankly, boring. Today's task, which involved the two of them sitting in a booth at the Inferno? Some updates to their insurance paperwork.
Or at least, that was what Alistair had said: 'some updates'. Judging by the papers, it was more than some. Although it might also have been less the amount of paper and more Ezra's dwindling attention span that was the actual problem.
"My eyes are glazing over," he whin-- complained. Okay, no, whined. "I think I'm going blind, Lock, do you think I can go blind from boredom?"
Lock just sighed, heavily.
Ezra let his forehead thunk against the table. "I can't do this anymore."
Sure, it wasn't killing people, or even torturing anyone! And it was amazing they had insurance now - medical, dental and vision. But that didn't mean he had to like it. And so, he didn't.
[ooc: IDK. NFB, open.]
Or at least, that was what Alistair had said: 'some updates'. Judging by the papers, it was more than some. Although it might also have been less the amount of paper and more Ezra's dwindling attention span that was the actual problem.
"My eyes are glazing over," he whin-- complained. Okay, no, whined. "I think I'm going blind, Lock, do you think I can go blind from boredom?"
Lock just sighed, heavily.
Ezra let his forehead thunk against the table. "I can't do this anymore."
Sure, it wasn't killing people, or even torturing anyone! And it was amazing they had insurance now - medical, dental and vision. But that didn't mean he had to like it. And so, he didn't.
[ooc: IDK. NFB, open.]
A House in Currant, Maine, Monday
Aug. 13th, 2018 05:53 pmAnyone who hadn't expected Ezra to hightail it the hell away from Limbo City at his earliest convenience was a fool. Because he had. Immediately as soon as danger had been over, and straight back to Currant.
But not to his house.
Nope, to Ava and Cade's, where he'd made himself at home on Ava's bed until she figured out he wasn't leaving. (Even if he also wasn't saying what was wrong with him. But she knew something was wrong, and that was enough.) He'd slept restlessly, but with his nose buried in Ava's hair. The warmth of her against his chest.
Home wasn't a place, you see.
But he'd returned to his house, now. Scowling at the porch like it had betrayed him, somehow. He was a little more friendly to the fridge, though, now that he was standing in front of it: he was going to positively devour its contents.
Getting kidnapped and stripped of half his self was hungry work, clearly.
[ooc: NFB but open.]
But not to his house.
Nope, to Ava and Cade's, where he'd made himself at home on Ava's bed until she figured out he wasn't leaving. (Even if he also wasn't saying what was wrong with him. But she knew something was wrong, and that was enough.) He'd slept restlessly, but with his nose buried in Ava's hair. The warmth of her against his chest.
Home wasn't a place, you see.
But he'd returned to his house, now. Scowling at the porch like it had betrayed him, somehow. He was a little more friendly to the fridge, though, now that he was standing in front of it: he was going to positively devour its contents.
Getting kidnapped and stripped of half his self was hungry work, clearly.
[ooc: NFB but open.]
Outside a House in Currant, Maine, Friday
Aug. 10th, 2018 07:10 pm( There were spells weaved around Fandom Island... Not so much with Currant. )
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Preplayed with the wonderful![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rebelseekspizza, whose plot this post kicks off! ]
[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Preplayed with the wonderful
rebelseekspizza, whose plot this post kicks off! ]A House, Currant, Maine, Wednesday
Jun. 13th, 2018 10:09 pmToday's Coterie job had been a dirty one.
No, not the fun kind.
But not the supremely unfun kind, either. Just... literally dirty. There'd been a whole lot of mud involved. It had gotten everywhere, which was why Ezra's first order of business upon getting home had been to take a long and very thorough shower.
Second order of business, upon getting out of the shower, was to throw his muddily destroyed clothes in the trash. With a great big sigh, because he'd liked that shirt, dammit. Just, you know, not enough to go through the trouble of washing it.
Third order of business? Locating clothes to wear.
[ooc: NFB due to distance. Posted with one in mind, but open before her!]
No, not the fun kind.
But not the supremely unfun kind, either. Just... literally dirty. There'd been a whole lot of mud involved. It had gotten everywhere, which was why Ezra's first order of business upon getting home had been to take a long and very thorough shower.
Second order of business, upon getting out of the shower, was to throw his muddily destroyed clothes in the trash. With a great big sigh, because he'd liked that shirt, dammit. Just, you know, not enough to go through the trouble of washing it.
Third order of business? Locating clothes to wear.
[ooc: NFB due to distance. Posted with one in mind, but open before her!]
A House, Currant, Maine, Saturday
Mar. 10th, 2018 05:21 pmIt was a lazy Saturday in Currant.
As it followed a busy Friday around Boston, it felt earned. Although Ezra, of course, would've found it earned whether he'd had a busy day or not. He earned his lazy weekends just by virtue of existing, fabulously.
Right now, he was doing so while lounging on the couch in the small living room with a book propped up against his chest and his phone in his other hand, occasionally sending texts to Ava. Nothing serious. Or even important. Sometimes, he just liked staying connected.
Lock was... somewhere. With Bianca? Probably.
It was quiet.
[ooc: NFB, and for that guy.]
As it followed a busy Friday around Boston, it felt earned. Although Ezra, of course, would've found it earned whether he'd had a busy day or not. He earned his lazy weekends just by virtue of existing, fabulously.
Right now, he was doing so while lounging on the couch in the small living room with a book propped up against his chest and his phone in his other hand, occasionally sending texts to Ava. Nothing serious. Or even important. Sometimes, he just liked staying connected.
Lock was... somewhere. With Bianca? Probably.
It was quiet.
[ooc: NFB, and for that guy.]
