Commonwealth Circus Center, Boston, Tuesday

[smilestopscars]

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!]

Comments

[myownface]

Daaaaamn! The mental image was nothing on the real thing. Look at you!

Hello, Ezra. Sparkle was shooting you a text in reply to your own, because he needed you to know that, yes, you were still hot like fire. In case you had worried in the least.

(He didn't suspect you had.)

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Worrying was definitely not one of the things he did, concerning this, but that did not mean in the slightest that he didn't enjoy and appreciate being reminded.

Mental images rarely compare when the real deal is this spectacular.

He was also so very much not modest about it.

[myownface]

Really, Sparkle could appreciate that, too. There was something entrancing about confidence.

Maybe, in part, because that was something he'd always just sort of pretended to have, himself. The real thing was always a little mystifying as a result.

You definitely took up the right hobby. GOD. It makes me want to run away to join the circus or something.

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I think it's supposed to make you want to run away and join me.

He would think that, of course.

But that's acceptable too.

[myownface]

Menace.

At this rate, it was going to be Sparkle's favourite term of endearment. Like the way he used 'Brat' for Leto.

Because he was very much that.

But yeah, that too. And here I am with my feet on the ground using silk for work instead of pleasure.

[smilestopscars]

A menace was one of the things Ezra lived to be, so it was apt.

If you need some consolation, I can tell you that fabric burns are no joke.

Sure, he healed so fast that the marks were practically already gone and he wasn't even out of the circus center yet, but that didn't make them any more pleasant when they happened!

[myownface]

I DO feel marginally better thinking of all the places that I could have a fabric burn RIGHT NOW.

And possibly also the tiniest bit sad that he was here instead of there, watching Ezra move in ways that warranted getting fabric burns in the first place.

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At this rate, Ezra was going to end up livestreaming one of his classes, just you watch.

The ones on the inner thigh are the worst.

The ankle ones were really bad too, but was Ezra keeping that tidvit to himself just so he could make Sparkle think about his inner thighs? You bet.

[myownface]

Guh.

Why yes, Sparkle was absolutely just texting 'Guh' back to Ezra. Because Guh, Ezra. You had successfully made him think that thought, right there.

Clearly you're gonna have to get something to put on those.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante had not received any texts.

Dante was just bored.

... and sitting on a rooftop, surveying the streets.

did u kno demons cn fly up 2 50 ft if u throw em rite im thinkin of goin 4 an vn 100

[smilestopscars]

Learn to spell, darling.

It hurt Ezra's heart to see English mangled this badly.

Also he genuinely couldn't decipher the last bit. Though maybe it was just because he'd spent time upside down again.

[rebelseekspizza]

lol

Texting Dante truly was the worst Dante.

its textin nt fckin opera

Yes. Well put.

[smilestopscars]

Yes, opera is somehow more comprehensible.

[rebelseekspizza]

m jus tryin 2 make demons bounce whats ur problem

[smilestopscars]

I'd forgotten how much of a brat you are.

[rebelseekspizza]

aw u miss it

Dante was not above milking his own brattiness.

[smilestopscars]

I miss when words were more than a single letter long, except for 'a' and 'I'.

So there.

[boneyard_girl]

if you ran away and joined a circus that's NOT MINE we are gonna have words, Ezra

Which was Ada for 'hello' and 'dammit, Ezra,' because she wanted video.

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Maybe next week? There was starting to be a market for it.

I would not DREAM of joining anyone else's circus but yours, my little eclair. This is just school.

[boneyard_girl]

There's schools for that? Well now I'm jealous we didn't have those classes in high school. Woulda been more fun.

And possibly less traumatic.

Of course, she'd have to send him a picture in return. She turned a bit to the side, which got her yelled at, but she managed to snap a decent selfie in the mirror. She was clearly in one of the dressing room tents, being laced by an older girl into a ridiculously tight corset over a very short, ruffled skirt. Another girl was fussing with her hair, and she was the one mid-yell at Ada.

barking for the dancing girls tonight, so I get a makeover. apparently I don't get to 'dress like a feral carnie' when I'm working for them.

[smilestopscars]

And just like that, Ada turned into Ezra's favorite person of the day. Because no one else had thought to send him anything, even though he'd been ever so generous with sharing his own hotness with everyone.

Ada, I love you.

He could say that to her freely, because he knew she'd read it the right way. He couldn't always say the same of everyone else.

And your thighs.

... And your waist.

Look, those additions didn't mean his love was any less genuine or all-encompassing.

My regards to the poor soul who clearly doesn't appreciate how necessary it was for you to show me this.

[boneyard_girl]

He had shared what he was doing, it was only fair for her to do the same! And Ada was aware that she was currently quite the vision of pink and golds, almost like a strange flower.

really? I'm not sure if I like the waist or if it's terrifying. or both.

Probably both, since she could still breathe. Kinda. It involved a lot of heaving bosoms, which were now getting covered in glitter to hide her scales.

love you too, m'dear tricky one. who let you into circus classes, and how many have quit from envy?

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No one's quit, but at least a third wish they were going home with me.

It was a wonder no one had yet. They were already two classes in, after all!

My dear Ava and her dad got me this for a Christmas present. To keep me out of trouble at least for a couple of hours every Tuesday, apparently.

[boneyard_girl]

... they did not think this thru did they?

Understatement!

it's more'n a third an you know it. or have you been slacking off?

[smilestopscars]

I was trying to be modest!

For once in his life.

But you're right, it's probably half by now. I was very alluring today.