smilestopscars | Mainland Side of the Causeway, Saturday Noon

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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!]

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Yeah, but cuddling Ezra as a fox involved very different feelings than cuddling Ezra as a person. For one thing, the fox didn't have the kind of abs that just asked to be traced with someone's tongue.

You know. Like, as an example. Hypothetically.

Kathy laughed and immediately started scritching behind his ears. "Okay, okay! Pettings it is. You're so soft!" It was all Kathy could do not to scoop him up and start talking in baby talk or something. But no matter how much she wanted to, she was not going to ask Ezra if he was a good fox. She just wasn't. "And so handsome. Such gorgeous fur, too."

Oh god, Kathy. Your dignity.

Ezra the fox made a noise. Had he been human, it might have been a laugh, but now, it was a little more just a random fox noise. (But at least it wasn't the scream, because that terrified people who were used to hearing it.)

He'd made his point, but couldn't help indulging in getting scritches for a moment. Call him a little greedy.

Aww, man. Well, if Ezra was going to stay a fox, Kathy guessed she'd have to keep petting him and trying not to coo.

"Should I bring you and your clothes somewhere you can change privately?" she asked. "Just so you don't have to get dressed on the side of the road next to the Causeway. And not at all because I want an excuse to pick you up. That would be silly."

She was really speaking to his lazy side there. But, he was also not one to care where he ended up nude for a moment or two, because it kind of went with who he was. He had no shame.

So he rubbed the top of his head against her hand for a second longer, then hopped away from her to where his clothes were folded neatly with his sunglasses on top.

Hopefully she could take a hint, because he couldn't really issue a verbal warning of the shift before it happened. The best he could do was try and angle himself so she didn't get too bad (or good, really) an eyeful of anything she might not want to see.

"I think I'm good," over his shoulder. "But thank you."

"Just wanted to help for purely unselfish, non-cuddling reasons," Kathy said, grinning down at the ground. She'd spun around as soon as Ezra had made his way over to his clothes and was now resolutely refusing to peek. Even a little. "You make for a very adorable fox, you know."

"That's what everyone says," Ezra told her pulling his pants back on. The smirk was audible in his voice. "Before they get bitten."

"That they're being unselfish? Or that you're adorable?" It was good to check these things! "And do you bite them only when you're a fox? Or is that a danger when you're in human form, too?"

Not that she was thinking about how much fun it would be to bite Ezra. Really.

...Telepathy wasn't one of his gifts, right?

It was not. Assuming a lot of people wanted to bite him in a fun way, though, was.

"People tell me I'm adorable a lot," he said. The scarf went around his neck again, the jacket slipped on. "And the danger of getting bitten by me is a lot more dangerous while I'm a fox. Human bites, however, some people enjoy very much."

Kathy coughed at that, trying to play off like that wasn't what she'd been thinking of. Her cheeks were giving her away, though, as she glanced back over her shoulder at him.

"I--oh. I'm, umm, pretty sure that's true," she admitted. "I'm betting you're pretty good at lots of things."

Ezra smiled. But there was still kind of a smirking quality to it. Maybe that was just how his face worked?

"I am definitely pretty good at lots of things. And more than pretty good at many others."

Yeah, he definitely seemed predisposed towards smirking. Maybe it was a fox thing?

"I'd ask if you come with references, but Sparkle's one of my best friends." Which meant she'd gotten no details but a wink and a cheeky grin which had said plenty.

"So my reputation precedes me!"

It often did. It wasn't always a good thing. But, still most of the time!

"I assume that's a good reference. It should be."

Kathy burst out laughing at that. "Should be, huh? And what are you gonna do if it wasn't? Lodge a protest?"

"Hey, I know I enjoyed it, and I know Sparkle enjoyed it!" Ezra retorted. That wasn't even TMI. That was just enough information for him to make a point. "So I would most definitely lodge a protest if anyone tried to make it seem like that wasn't the case."

"Well I promise that person isn't gonna be me, so you don't have to worry about any kind of dangerous biting on my behalf," Kathy promised, still laughing. "He didn't kiss and tell or anything, but there was plenty of non-verbal preening and grinning to make sure I got the point that you were, y'know, pretty good."

Sorry, that joke needed to be made. Or said the smirk Kathy was wearing at that moment.

If she wanted him to still pay attention to what she was currently saying, perhaps she shouldn't have opened with that one thing.

"Hold on, does that mean other kinds of biting might happen?"

"I--" Kathy was blushing. Again. Still. Whatever. With Ezra, who even knew anymore? "I don't know. Maybe? I don't think I'd be opposed. I mean, within limits."

"Within limits like what?"

He had to ask. He was big on respecing people's limits, as much as he might not have seemed that way.

"Hard to say for sure," Kathy admitted. "I've kissed people. That's it. I think kissing you with my leg wrapped around you might count as the furthest I've ever gone with anyone. So..." She spread her hands. "There you have it, I guess. I'm still trying to figure out where my limits are, because I've never done anything to brush up against them."

She coughed again. "But I'll admit you've got me...curious."

"I have that effect on people." Often. His smile had slightly less of a smirk to it, this time. It was still warm. "Any time you want to try brushing up against your limits – and other things – just let me know. I will make myself available."

Kathy's smile was shy, but warm. "I'll keep that in mind," she said. "You can call me, too? I'm not--not sure I've got the cojones to call you up for some kind of..."

Nope. She couldn't say booty call. Could not.

"...rendezvous."

"Well it doesn't specifically have to be a rendezvous -" And what an adorable choice of term that was! "- unless you want it to. You can also show up at my room to just hang out. No expectations and no pressure."

"I'd like that, too," Kathy said. "And this is the second time we've talked and you've made sure to mention that you don't want to pressure me. I really like that about you, Ezra."

Not just that he wouldn't do it, but that he was cognizant that it was something to watch out for, too.

Ezra bowed, because he could. "Thank you. I just don't want to force anyone into anything."

His mother had raised him well. Being forced to work for the Coterie did something too, probably.

"Not when it's supposed to be fun for everyone."

"Well, self-awareness is really cool," Kathy said. "And, umm, kinda hot, so keep doing what you're doing and all."

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