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 didn't really know why he'd come down here. He'd left the picnic and taken Chainsaw back to his room before his feet had just...led him here. That was pretty annoying.

"Are you having a fashion show with yourself?"

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Ezra glanced back over his shoulder. If he was surprised to see Ronan, he didn't show it. "Oh, you know me, Ronan, I always am," he said. "Come on in."

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"Did you roll around in glitter or something?" he asked, taking two steps inside and crossing his arms.

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"Well, no, but the effect is very much the same," he replied, flicking a piece of glitter off his shoulder as he turned to face Ronan. "I followed Face's example, and then I got a little carried away."

As he was wont to do.

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"Face?" What kind of a name was that? "I had no idea you were such a follower when it came to glitter."

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Ezra hadn't even questioned the name. He was used to random nicknames. Or given names. (Hi, Lock.)

"I'm not," he said. "I'm a leader in the field of glitter."

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"Why would you even want to be a leader in the field of glitter?" he asked, making a face. "What good does it do?"

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"It makes me shimmer in the light like I should, obviously," Ezra told him, as if it was the simplest thing in the world. "Why, don't you appreciate it?"

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"It's glitter," he said plainly. "It sticks to everything and does little else. A mirror strapped to your chest can make you shimmer in the light."

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"Yes, but a mirror would be heavier and more in the way." So, glitter won out just by being more practical! "Do you want to help me wash it off?"

He was expecting a very solid no, but it wouldn't hurt to ask.

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"You think I can be more helpful than some soap and a rag?" Ronan asked. So, it wasn't a solid no.

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"I think you can be nicer than some soap and a rag," Ezra told him. On a rare occasion of telling him he was nicer than something. "Your hands definitely feel nicer on my skin than a rag."

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"You trying to flatter me?" he asked and he almost sounded amused. Almost. "Trying to get what you want, huh?"

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"Depends," Ezra quipped, stepping a little more towards him. "Is it getting me anywhere?"

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"I haven't left yet, have I?" he asked, looking around and then down at his feet. "So, it's gotten you a little more time with me."

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"Very true," Ezra replied with a nod. "As far as my ultimate goal of 'shower with Ronan Lynch' goes, you not leaving is definitely keeping things in the right direction."

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"Your ultimate goal that you just decided on this minute?" he asked, eyebrows going up.

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"More like a minute and a half ago."

All his ultimate goals were for the short term.

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"What was your ultimate goal before that?" Ronan asked him, staying where he was even if Ezra had gotten closer.

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"Didn't have one." He shrugged, and stayed where he was for now. "My goals come and go based on the situation. Sometimes I don't need an ultimate goal for a situation."

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Ronan considered that before he shook his head. "Sounds like a lot of trouble and a lot of work. But hey, it's your mind and your effort. I'll focus my energy on other things."

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"Actually, the whole point is that it revolves around my desire for the least amount of work." So, yeah. Not much effort spent. "But I am still willing to make an effort to get you into the shower with me."

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"Keep trying," Ronan said which was about as encouraging as he got. Well, he was still there too. That had to be some kind of encouragement, right?

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Well, after 'go eat a dick somewhere else' earlier in the day, everything that wasn't that phrase counted as encouragement.

"I'll make it worth your while," he offered, smirking. "Because, spoilers, but the shower's not just for getting clean."

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"So what's it for?" he asked even if he wasn't clueless. "Transferring your glitter to me?"