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Ezra was back in his aerial silks class. This was class number five, out of eight. Luckily for Ezra and his little vacation, last week had been a break, with no class. But they were back at it tonight, honing the skills they'd been learning over the past month.
And Ezra realized he'd missed it.
Maybe it was because of last week. His mind was a busy place at the best of times, much more so than he liked to admit, but last week had been a particularly hard one in that respectregardless of how the still-in-progress SP turned out. Everything that called for him looking at himself and his choices and his issues was exhausting.
But tonight, he was just looking at Morgan, who was climbing further up the ropes than she had dared to before. Beaming down at him, spotting for her.
After the class, he sent Sparkle a photo Morgan had taken of him. He was high up in the silks with them wrapped around his legs, looking into the distance with his hand shading his squinting eyes like he was a lookout on a ship. For a shot taken in class for kicks, it was pretty close to being like a burlesque pin-up.
It was followed up by a shirtless selfie from the locker room, because A) Ezra had no shame and B) he genuinely didn't know about the situation in Fandom. There was a light sheen to his slightly tanned (thanks, Thailand!) skin.
Hello darling, how goes the costuming? This is your reminder the fabric has to be able to withstand sweat.
[ooc: NFB but open for texts and calls!]
And Ezra realized he'd missed it.
Maybe it was because of last week. His mind was a busy place at the best of times, much more so than he liked to admit, but last week had been a particularly hard one in that respect
But tonight, he was just looking at Morgan, who was climbing further up the ropes than she had dared to before. Beaming down at him, spotting for her.
After the class, he sent Sparkle a photo Morgan had taken of him. He was high up in the silks with them wrapped around his legs, looking into the distance with his hand shading his squinting eyes like he was a lookout on a ship. For a shot taken in class for kicks, it was pretty close to being like a burlesque pin-up.
It was followed up by a shirtless selfie from the locker room, because A) Ezra had no shame and B) he genuinely didn't know about the situation in Fandom. There was a light sheen to his slightly tanned (thanks, Thailand!) skin.
Hello darling, how goes the costuming? This is your reminder the fabric has to be able to withstand sweat.
[ooc: NFB but open for texts and calls!]
