Ezra Sagishi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
smilestopscars) wrote2015-03-07 07:40 pm
smilestopscars) wrote2015-03-07 07:40 pm
Mainland Side of the Causeway, Saturday Noon
It was possible Ezra was still a little drunk from last night.
It was absolute fact, however, that he had somehow managed to lose his shirt over the course of the night, because he was currently traipsing towards the causeway with brief flashes of the still slightly tanned skin of his stomach showing from underneath his jacket. He had also gained a scarf from somewhere. It was silk and had bright flowers on it. It was definitely not one of his. Except now it was.
He stopped and gazed towards the island, swaying in place a little bit, squinting at the silhouette of the school through his sunglasses, which sat a little crookedly on his nose. He sighed. This was good.
Except for the stupid walk back to the island, of course.
[ooc: NFB due to technically being off the island, but open!]
It was absolute fact, however, that he had somehow managed to lose his shirt over the course of the night, because he was currently traipsing towards the causeway with brief flashes of the still slightly tanned skin of his stomach showing from underneath his jacket. He had also gained a scarf from somewhere. It was silk and had bright flowers on it. It was definitely not one of his. Except now it was.
He stopped and gazed towards the island, swaying in place a little bit, squinting at the silhouette of the school through his sunglasses, which sat a little crookedly on his nose. He sighed. This was good.
Except for the stupid walk back to the island, of course.
[ooc: NFB due to technically being off the island, but open!]
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"Don't touch anything," he said before hitting the gas and sending the car rocketing down the road.
Time to enjoy the driving again!
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Before sinking further down in his seat and rolling his eyes at how little enjoying would be happening. Sigh.