Room 210, Saturday Morning

[smilestopscars]

So Ezra hadn't been around much lately. Or the entire last week and a half or so. Boston business. Very boring. Nothing he wanted to get into with anyone. And anyway, he was back now. Fresh from the shower and roaming his room without a shirt on.

(Pants, though. Those he was wearing. You were welcome, random passers-by.)

(Or he was sorry. Depended on each passer-by's individual tastes. No judgment here.)

Time for him to stare into his closet with a thoughtful look on his face for a while. He didn't know what he'd be getting up to today, so how was he supposed to know what shirt to pick? Honestly. Maybe he needed to pick a shirt and let that guide him in picking his activities for the rest of the day.

[ooc: Look who's trying to get back into being around as well as being awake! Open door/post!]

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[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Broad statement with nothing to back it up," Ronan pointed out, shaking his head. "I don't enjoy having tits. That doesn't mean I don't enjoy things."

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"Well, you're certainly making me reconsider my disappointment," Ezra replied, looking amused. "Now I have to assume you just whined the entire time. No chance of fun."

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"You'd be wrong," Ronan told him, shrugging. "I worked on my car. I made due despite not really caring for the situation."

Also.

"I don't whine."

[smilestopscars]

"No," Ezra agreed, "I guess it's more like... what's a good word? Grumping?"

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Is that even a word?" Ronan asked, frowning. "I don't think that's a word. Plus, it makes me sound like I'm seventy. I disliked the situation and made that clear."

[smilestopscars]

"It's very much a word," he replied mock haughtily, moving closer. "You're doing it right now. Grumping, I mean."

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm not." He'd been talkative and everything. "I'm leaning in your doorway and judging you. Big difference."

[smilestopscars]

"Doesn't seem like much of a difference to me."

He stopped once he was by the door.

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"I don't sound like some seventy year old man if I'm disliking something," Ronan told him. "There's a difference."

[smilestopscars]

Ezra raised his eyebrows. "I don't think you're the right person to make that assessment, grampa."

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Don't make me punch you," Ronan said. He was tired and really didn't want to bruise his knuckles on what was inevitably a hard head. "I'm not in a terrible mood this morning."

[smilestopscars]

"I never make you do anything," Ezra retorted, leaning a shoulder against the wall by the door. "You react poorly to even the barest hint of influence."

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Nice to know you're not always an idiot," Ronan said though there wasn't any heat behind it. "I do what I want."

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Ezra smirked at him. "Which means that right now, what you want is to stand in my doorway and assess my level of idiocy."

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Seemed like a good enough way to pass some time," Ronan said, shrugging a shoulder.

[smilestopscars]

"Why?"

He was mostly asking just to hear what Ronan would say. He wasn't actually expecting an answer.

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Why not?" See, he'd gotten an answer. Just not a useful one.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra tsked. "Well, I think that settles whether you're getting invited in or not."

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Who said I wanted to come in?" Ronan asked him, tilting his head and looking almost bemused.

[smilestopscars]

"No one did," Ezra replied easily. "And you're free to vacate my doorway whenever you wish."

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Asking me to leave?" he asked instead, not moving just yet.

[smilestopscars]

"Nope."

Not what he'd said.

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Asking me to stay?" He still hadn't moved.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra shrugged.

"Maybe."

[thegreywaren.livejournal.com]

"Indecisive," he remarked with a slight nod of his head. "Of course."