Commonwealth Circus Center, Boston, Tuesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Amazing how quickly eight (plus one) week could go. This was Ezra's last session of his beginner level aerial silks class, and no one was more surprised than him that he'd actually pulled it off and showed up to all the sessions. You would've thought laziness or work would've kept him away for at least a week at some point, if not for even all the sessions except the first two, but no. He'd been here every week, tangling himself in silks, laughing at Morgan's jokes, and thoroughly enjoying himself.

He was going to miss it.

But not quite yet. They still had their showcase left, and a few voluntary times they could come to the circus center and get some practice in before they'd be in front of an audience. And Ezra was going to get all the joy out of it he possibly could.

And since this was the last session, yes, he texted out some photos from the class. All perfectly innocent, if you didn't count the fact that Ezra's limber body wrapped with silks was by many accounts obscene in and of itself. You were welcome, friends.

[ooc: NFB, but open for texts, calls, whatever, the usual! Major SP warning for today, though, because it's Vappu over here.]

Comments

[spin_kick_snap]

He's strong. I have confidence he'll pull through.

[smilestopscars]

Even through me being shocking? I don't know, darling.

Just these past eight weeks had probably tested Lock a lot!

[spin_kick_snap]

You've been shocking all your life, Kathy pointed up. Surely he's built up some kind of tolerance.

And then a moment later, I will grant you this is a surprising kind of shocking, even for him.

[smilestopscars]

See? Exactly. It's a new kind of shocking, otherwise I wouldn't worry at all.

Because Lock definitely had a tolerance from the various horrors he'd seen.

[spin_kick_snap]

Maybe you going consistently will have prepared him for this, Kathy suggested. Either way, best of luck breaking the news if you do decide that's the way you end up leaning.