Commonwealth Circus Center, Boston, Tuesday

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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

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

[rebelseekspizza]

aw u miss it

Dante was not above milking his own brattiness.

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

So there.

[rebelseekspizza]

ur gettin so old man its jus sad

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Well, someone has to balance you out, D.

[rebelseekspizza]

whatever

Yep. Super mature.

whacha doin

... and that was the end of that, apparently.

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Thankfully.

Just left circus class. Aerial silks.

After some consideration, he also sent Dante one of the photos he'd been sending all over the place. You know, to succinctly explain the whole 'aerial silks' bit.

Also possibly to show off.

[rebelseekspizza]

daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn

Hey, look! That was where all those missing vowels had gone!

u got some skills

[smilestopscars]

You just had to send the right thing to unlock some more letters! You'd think Ezra would've been better at this game by now.

I'm naturally good at everything I do, but thank you.

[rebelseekspizza]

cn still preciate gud things don gud

Dante, just... just learn to finish your words.

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Too bad there was no one around to hear Ezra's noise of indignant frustration, because it really was something else.

But he'd made it back to his car by now, so that was a perfect excuse to stop texting and just call Dante so he could put his phone in the holder on the dashboard. And maybe more importantly, stop suffering the terror of what Dante called spelling.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante wasn't some kind of... professional... spelling person! His mun was and hated him.

He answered immediately, of course. "Yo, Ez. Fuckin' flipping scarves, man."

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"Learn to spell."

Yes, it was important to make it clear that was his main reason for calling. Ignore the background noise of his car starting up.

"But yes. The classes are a Christmas present from Ava and Cade, and so far they're going exactly as fabulously as everyone would've guessed."

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"You gotta loosen the fuck up, Ez," Dante said, unbothered. "Nice one, though. Bet you're getting a lot of attention rolling around in scarves too."

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Ezra almost muttered that he couldn't believe he'd ever sexted with Dante, but then thought better of it.

Especially when a much less tricky subject was right there.

"I think the current guess is that at least half the class have already thought about going home with me, and it's only the second week," he said. "And that's not counting my multiversal audience."

[rebelseekspizza]

Hey, Dante put a little more effort into his sexting than his casual back-and-forths. He wasn't writing a novel here, Ezra.

"You see anyone you like?" Dante asked.

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"In a class filled with athletic people who wrap themselves in silk and hang elegantly from the ceiling?"

That was clearly a rhetorical question.

"Obviously."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I know, it was kinda a prompt to get you to talk about 'em," Dante said easily.

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"Oh, but that's my very personal business," Ezra replied lightly, "so I don't know if I'm going to."

Or, you know, Kathy's visit and the talks therein had messed up his compass on what he really wanted to talk about and to whom. So now he was doing a tightrope walk of guessing where his own limit of comfort was.

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"All right," Dante said, though he skipped a beat before he got to that. "Having fun doing it?"

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That was much easier a topic. Good choice, Dante.

"Yes," Ezra replied. "Turns out I'm very well suited for it, not that anyone should've had any doubts about it. It's... something a little unlike anything else I've done before."

Just taking a class, voluntarily, outside of an actual school was a little out of the ordinary for his utterly lazy self.

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"Gonna take a couple of turns at Ada's carnival after this?" Dante teased. "But nah, that's cool. You could use a hobby or two."

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"People keep saying that," Ezra noted lightly. "I'm not sure I agree, but it's fun."

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"Eh, life can't always be sex, drugs and rock'n roll," said Dante, and in an uncharacteristic moment of self-control, bit back a comment about his impending IKEA visit with Kathy. He had no idea if Ezra had heard about the move, and despite some carefully-buried irritation about Ez's comments about his texting, he didn't want to set the guy off.

... to Ezra about anything. Ez didn't get pissed quickly.

"Sometimes you just gotta chill out in some scarves and feel smug about being good at it for an hour."

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Oh, but he had, and he was going to bring it up, too, probably. (Or something connected to it, anyway.) He was just trying to have some semblance of an ordinary conversation, before.

"Obviously," he said. "As far as hobbies go, I'm not sure one could get more me in that sense without literally involving me sprawled on a couch while someone feeds me grapes and fancy chocolates and tells me I'm pretty."