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Ezra had said he'd take care of finding a place and all the ensuing necessary arrangements, and so he had. He'd even charmed his way into a slight discount on their stay at the villa, which he'd paid for with money that technically maybe wasn't his. Not all of it, anyway. Some had come from his actual savings - and yes, he had those. Contain your shock.
He'd also made his way here ahead of Dante's arrival. Just to deal with the check in and some other things, like seeing to some special requests. Like that there were two beds in the bedroom (instead of one big one), a guitar in the living room, and some decent enough beer in the fridge.
He was trying.
And he was nervous.
He was standing on the deck, now. There was a private pool, but the deck also gave out was facing the ocean. In fact, if he'd walked forward for just a few feet, his bare feet would've been on the sand. So even if things went sideways - again - at least this place was very nice.
[ooc: NFB, and for That Guy.]
He'd also made his way here ahead of Dante's arrival. Just to deal with the check in and some other things, like seeing to some special requests. Like that there were two beds in the bedroom (instead of one big one), a guitar in the living room, and some decent enough beer in the fridge.
He was trying.
And he was nervous.
He was standing on the deck, now. There was a private pool, but the deck also gave out was facing the ocean. In fact, if he'd walked forward for just a few feet, his bare feet would've been on the sand. So even if things went sideways - again - at least this place was very nice.
[ooc: NFB, and for That Guy.]
