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So it turned out that Monday evenings weren't really a hot-and-happening time for trampoline parks. And that it followed that you could sometimes snag a great deal for a private event on a random Monday evening.
Two people were a private event. It was just... really private.
... Not that private, though. Not like that. But it was still a good place for two people who wanted to hang out and who were also prone to having an excess of energy sometimes. Which probably explained the wide grin on Ezra's face when they were let in to the place and he could survey all the damn activities, from the trampolines to the foam pits.
"Oh, I think I'm already in love."
[ooc: NFB, for the guy.]
Two people were a private event. It was just... really private.
... Not that private, though. Not like that. But it was still a good place for two people who wanted to hang out and who were also prone to having an excess of energy sometimes. Which probably explained the wide grin on Ezra's face when they were let in to the place and he could survey all the damn activities, from the trampolines to the foam pits.
"Oh, I think I'm already in love."
[ooc: NFB, for the guy.]
