A House, Currant, Maine, Wednesday

[smilestopscars]

Today'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!]

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[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy felt a deep and abiding kinship with Lock, even though she'd never met him.

"How dare he tell you the unvarnished truth in your own house?" Kathy said with a mock-gasp. "You should make a rule about that."

[smilestopscars]

Ezra shot a mock-scandalized look back at her.

"How dare you? Get out of my house."

[spin_kick_snap]

"See?" Kathy said, laughing and making no move to comply. "There's that damn truth again. Shoulda had a rule in place!"