A Room at the Arms Hotel, Saturday Morning

[smilestopscars]

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!]

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[smilestopscars]

"But I wasn't always," Ezra pointed out quietly, like it was a secret.

And maybe it sort of was? It wasn't quite his style to admit to being anything less than fabulous, after all.

"At one point I, too, was just a kid. Like you."

[foxmeetsrebel]

"Nuh uh," Tiger told him, wide-eyed.

He had a hard time picturing it.

[smilestopscars]

"It's true," Ezra told him with a solemn nod. "I was but a wee foxlet, and it's hard to be cool when you're tiny and you don't know much of the world yet, and your environment keeps changing quicker than you make friends."