Ezra Sagishi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
smilestopscars) wrote2018-03-10 05:21 pm
smilestopscars) wrote2018-03-10 05:21 pm
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A House, Currant, Maine, Saturday
It 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.]