Room 210, Monday Afternoon

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Ezra had been away on Coterie business for most of last week. Nothing too bad, this time. Just your general run-of-the-mill intimidation where Ava had done most of the work while Ezra and Lock had looked casually imposing in the background. From the way the island had felt when he'd left, Ezra suspected he'd been pretty lucky in that regard.

Also he'd come back with a box full of stuff. A care package from his mother. Apparently him being away at an actual school – no matter how strange and unusual a school - merited a care package. He dumped the contents on his desk to rifle through them. Snacks, mostly. A few pairs of socks, a lighter, a few random knick-knacks. Things whatever random shopkeepers had lost them wouldn't miss much.

And there was a piece of cardboard. He picked it up. It was a card, it had a fox on it, and it was from his sisters. And the way he smiled at it was not the way he smiled at the people he tried (and succeeded) to charm around Fandom or anywhere else.

It was something far more private.

[ooc: I am still a little exhausted from last week, but baby steps. Open door, open post!]

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"I'm making conversation, Ronan," Ezra sighed, in a long-suffering and theatrical fashion. "There is nothing paranoid or suspicious about trying to feel someone out and see what their intentions might be."

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"You sound like someone's mother," he quipped, almost amused. "Gonna warn me away of something next?"

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Ezra rolled his eyes, then reached out to grab Ronan's arm to guide him back towards the door.

"Okay, away you go, wise guy."

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"No touching," Ronan snapped, shaking off Ezra's hand and glaring. "Your manners could use some work, boy."

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"You came into my room and called me rude names," Ezra pointed out as he pulled his hand back. "You don't really get to judge me on my manners."

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"What rude names?" he asked, planting his feet like the stubborn bitch he was. "Someone's mother?"

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Ezra nodded towards the door.

"Go."

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"Or what?" Ronan asked, always one to be stubborn when someone tried to tell him what to do.

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"Or you'll feel foolish standing there while I ignore you."

He didn't feel like playing any kind of a threatening game right now. He just went to throw away his empty bag of chips.

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"Too bad, could have been fun," he replied, shrugging like it was no skin off his back. "Oh well. I'll find some fun elsewhere."

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"Were you actually after fun, or are you trying to allude you're here for fun just because I'm trying to kick you out for being annoying?"

It was an important distinction to make.

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"Guess you'll never know," he chanted, moving towards the door without another look. "Adios."

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"So as soon as you get interesting, you finally leave," Ezra concluded, shaking his head. "What an asshole you are, Ronan."

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"You kicked me out, dickhead," Ronan reminded him, shrugging one shoulder. "I'm only doing as you asked."

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"That was before you brought up any possibility of fun."

And that made a difference!

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"Oh, so that's something you want?" he asked, almost coy. "How surprising."

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Ezra rolled his eyes and sorted some of the snacks in his desk into smaller piles. Not based on any categorizations, but rather just to give his hands something to do. "Yes, I'm sure you're sursprised, I know how quiet I tend to be about my interests in life."

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"What are you doing?" Ronan asked, momentarily distracted by Ezra's sorting. "Isn't there some sort of medical term for what you're doing right now?"

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"For sorting snacks?" Ezra asked, glancing over while his hand stilled. "What kind of doctors do they have where you're from?"

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He didn't know. The last doctors he'd seen had been ones telling him what he already knew: that his father was dead.

"Sorting period," he said, ignoring the last question. "Am I gonna find your books and clothes organized by title and color?"

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Ezra looked down at his desk, then back up at Ronan.

"Even these snacks aren't organized by anything, so no. Besides, I don't have enough books to bother to sort in the first place."

Clothes were a different story.

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Ronan snickered. Quietly. And very briefly.

"Neither do I," he mumbled, glancing over at Ezra for a little longer than previously. "Look at that, something in common."

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"Yay for that." The sarcasm was there, but light. The kind of idle thing that just slipped out without nay particular meaning or edge to it. Ezra picked up a package of some cookie-type thing and gave it a look over. "Though I suspect there are similarities between any two things if you look at them closely enough."

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"How philosophical of you," Ronan noted, crossing his arms. He shook his head and blinked a few times. "Why do you have so many snacks anyway? Forget lunch?"

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"Someone gave them to me to bring back with me," Ezra replied with a light shrug. Someone had stolen them for him, probably, but what was the difference? "Pretty touching, really."