Room 210, Saturday Late Afternoon

After his stint at the picnic, Ezra was finally unpacking his bags without the intention of re-packing them anytime too soon. He'd even been told there weren't any specific Coterie assignments on the horizon, although he wasn't exactly type to take that without a grain of salt. Still, he wasn't about to have a bag waiting around for the next time he had to go.

So he was sorting through his things, as well as some things he'd... acquired, over his stay in and around Boston. Funny how many phones and wallets ended up making their way into his bag. He handled them with the same idleness as he did the shirts he'd left with.

Shirts went into the laundry bag, the stolen goods into one of his desk drawers. Everything had its place. He was more methodical a person than he tended to let on.

[ooc: Open door, open post, maybe my boy will actually stick around for a while now.]