Room 210, Saturday Evening

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A little earlier today – but after the kerfuffle on the island had died down – Ezra had decided he was going out tonight. Somewhere fun, with pretty people and alcohol. He'd showered, put on a good suit, sprinkled some glitter in his hair for the fun of it (and because he'd found that tended to make people want to run their fingers through his hair), and generally gotten ready for a good night on the town.

And then he'd decided he was too lazy to actually go anywhere.

And that was the story of how he ended up flopped down on his back on his bed in a suit, leafing through a gossipy magazine. Nicely done, Ezra.

[ooc: Open door, open post.]

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The crown he'd gotten from Gaunt was in a bag that was securely on his back. He wasn't leaving it in his room if he was going out. And he was going out since the crown seemed to be pointing him somewhere, showing him something.

Still, he stopped in Ezra's doorway and frowned. "Did you get dressed up to be lazy? How ambitious."

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"I was going to go out," Ezra told him lazily without looking away from his magazine. Not that he was really looking at anything too fascinating. "But then I decided not to."

And changing back into another set of clothes had just been far oo much trouble.

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"I'm sure you'll find a lot of fun in your bed tonight," Ronan said, eyes already shifting away and down the hall. "Lots of fun to be had there."

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"You know it," Ezra quipped, his gaze finally flicking up and towards the doorway in turn. "Going somewhere?"

Well, he seemed to have a bag.

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"Yes," he said, nodding. And it'd be permanent if he had anything to say about it. "I actually have plans."

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"Well, hooray for you," Ezra replied, raising his eyebrows the tiniest bit. "Congratulations. I'm sure you adn your plans will be very happy together."

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"We will," he said, nodding. "I so appreciate your blessing. Except I really don't give a fuck about it, actually."

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"Of course you don't." He managed a lazy eyeroll. "See how I didn't even ask whether I could be included in these plans of yours?"

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"Good because you can't," he said, almost snapping the words off. That was harsh even for him. "I don't need you around."

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Ezra was going to respond to that by sounding bored.

"I thought we established that long ago."

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"Just as long as you remember it," he said, shaking his head. "Mind your own business."

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"It'd be easier if you weren't hanging out in my doorway," Ezra pointed out. Because he was helpful like that.

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"Just passing by," he said, already stepping back and shrugging. "Thought I'd give you the honor."

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"I feel so very honored. Really, you have touched my heart with his visit." Nooot really. At all. "The only way I could feel more touched would be with actual touching."

Which he would have actually preferred.

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"That's not going to happen," he said, putting a hand on the bag protectively. "Touch yourself."

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"Only if you ask nicely, big guy."

He turned a page without really glancing at the magazine.

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"Pass," Ronan said, waving a hand at Ezra. "You have a fantastic night. I know I will."

He hoped he would, at least. If what he bought was truly showing him the way, he'd be out of here soon.

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"I didn't know that word was even in your vocabulary," Ezra drawled. His gaze flicked back to the magazine. "But, whatever you say."

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Ronan said nothing else. Just rolled his eyes, hefted his back up and went on his way.

Such a lovely interaction that had been.