Room 210, Saturday Afternoon

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After some time, and after what he considered a sufficient number of people charmed, Ezra left the picnic and retreated back to the dorms. He hung up the suit jacket and shirt he'd taken off earlier, then checked his phone. And, ugh. There was a message from Lock telling him he needed to come to Boston tomorrow. It didn't sound like a fun gig. Boo. Also he was feeling lazy.

And that was clearly reason enough to stand in front of his mirror picking bits of glitter off his chest, one fleck at a time. Because that would somehow make tomorrow happen more slowly.

(Or maybe he just liked looking in the mirror because he was vain. So very vain.)

[ooc: Open door, open post, should you be wandering the dorms! ETA: Heading NWS, and said NSWness is also NFB, pls and thank you!]

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Ronan snickered and leaned a shoulder against the wall, sighing. "It's true. Don't let it go to your big head."

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"Too late." His ego was already massive. He pulled his hand away from Ronan's hip, even if he didn't actually step back. He stayed pretty close – the shower wasn't much for personal space – but rubbed his own shoulder, getting some glitter off it. Last few flecks.

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"Your glitter seems to be mostly gone," he observed quietly. "Good job. I didn't know it was possible."

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"My natural radiance can't stand the competition for too long," Ezra replied lazily, inspecting his other shoulder. "You should still check my back, though." Because he couldn't see it. And, he looked up at Ronan. "Please."

Before he even heard any grumbling about not being polite.

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"Turn around," he said, making a motion with his hand. "Let me see your pale ass."

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"As all of me is pretty pale, I'm just going to take that as your way of saying you want to look at my ass."

He still turned around obligingly. Because he was the one who'd asked for this in the first place.

He had some glitter stuck to his upper back and along his spine.

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"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Ronan murmured, taking a look at Ezra's back. When he spotted some glitter, he used his hand to scrape it off and down into the bottom of the shower so it'd drain away.

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Ezra snorted, but said nothing. Just rolled his shoulders and tipped his head forward a little bit.

He liked being touched, even if it was nails on his back.

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Ronan made sure the glitter was off of him before he moved his hand up towards Ezra's neck. He scratched him there briefly, fingers tangling in his hair for a second before dropping away.

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Ezra sighed.

He ran his hand back through his hair. It'd been trying to get into his eyes, all wet from the water and plastering itself to his forehead.

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"Something the matter?" Ronan asked him after listening to the fall of the water for awhile.

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Maybe Ezra took a second too long to turn around and flash him a trademark smirk, but oh well. The smirk was still solid.

"Everything's splendid."

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Maybe he did. Ronan didn't say anything or nag him for information but he did fix Ezra with a long look. He wasn't an idiot, he knew when he was being lied to but he wasn't going to chase an answer either.

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Ezra ignored his long look in favor of reaching out and dragging a few nails down the middle of Ronan's chest.

"Doesn't look like I got any glitter on you."

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"No, it doesn't," he said, glancing down at his chest before looking back up at Ronan. "I appreciate that."

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"Shame," Ezra replied, still smirking. "I think you'd look good in glitter. For an artistic male model kind of look."

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"Well, it ain't gonna happen so don't get your hopes up," Ronan told him, sliding his hands over his head. "Not ever."

Though, he knew the stupid island could change. He was refusing to think about that.

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"Don't tempt fate," Ezra chided him lightly, because the possibility of Fandom interference had crossed his mind, and he didn't mind thinking about it. "Things happen sometimes."

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"Not to me." He was confident of that, assured. He wasn't about to get himself doused in glitter. No. He shook his head, tossing water everywhere and sighed.

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"And what makes you so special?"

He had to ask. While idly running his hands up Ronan's chest.

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"Lots of things and no, I'm not going to give you a list," he said, cutting off any further questions about that. "I just won't let it happen."

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Ezra sighed theatrically, and let his hands travel down again until they were resting on Ronan's hips.

"I suppose I should just be grateful that such a special person agreed to shower with me."

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"You should," Ronan told him, glancing down and then back up. "I don't do this for anyone."

And probably wouldn't do it again for a long while.

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"I'm surprised you haven't bolted yet," Ezra replied, although he wasn't sure if he actually was. Ronan wasn' easy to read so he ended up not knowing where he stood a lot of the time. "I mean, you already got something out of this."

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"That your way of asking me to leave?" he wondered, swiping some more water out of his eyes. "It's not your best, I'll tell you that."

He'd leave when he was ready.