Room 210, Saturday Morning

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

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

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"Nope."

Not what he'd said.

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

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Ezra shrugged.

"Maybe."

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

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Ezra did not look very bothered by that. "Not like you're that much better, sweetheart."

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"I'm not the one having to make decisions right now," he replied, lifting one corner of his mouth in a quick half smile. "That's on you."

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"How do you figure?" Ezra replied, raising one eyebrow a little bit. "You don't have to decide whether you stay or go?"

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"It's your room, not mine," he said smoothly, shrugging. "Your decision there. And I have made a decision so far. I'm still here."

So, he'd chosen to stay for the moment.

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Ezra snickered quietly.

"You're very lucky I'm not allergic to bullshit, Ronan."

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"Idiot, if I'm still here, I've chosen to be here," Ronan told him, rolling his eyes. "You're pushing your luck though."

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"I'm not an idiot, so don't keep calling me one, big guy," Ezra retorted brightly. "It just makes you look insecure."

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Once again, Ronan rolled his eyes and finally pushed away from the door frame, stretching languidly as he did.

"I'm not insecure. I know what I want." He did though he wasn't ready to reveal all that he wanted. "I'll call you what I want."

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Ezra shrugged his non-leaning shoulder. "Whatever you need to believe to feel good and macho about yourself, I guess."

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"Bye, Ezra," Ronan told him, making yet another decision. He stepped away from the door and headed off towards the stairs.

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"Aww, did I annoy you off?" Ezra called out after him. "It's just like old times."

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"Whatever helps you sleep at night," Ronan said, not turning around and not stopping. He'd hit the stairs, climb up one flight and crawl into bed.

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Ezra would never stoop to running after anyone – mostly because he was too darn lazy and that seemed like too much effort – but he wasn't above leaning out into the hallway with a heavy sigh.

"Aw, come on, big guy, come back. I'm not sorry because you did just call me an idiot, but I still think stomping off is a little uncalled for."

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"I'm not stomping," he said, glancing back over his shoulder. "And you are an idiot. But, you were the one talking about me not making some decision being bullshit. I made a choice since you weren't doing anything."

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"The bullshit part was how it was my decision whether you stayed or went," Ezra pointed out. "Now who's not so smart, Ronan?"

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"It was your fucking decision because it's your fucking room," Ronan said, shaking his head. "Just like I'd expect you to take your ass away if I didn't want you in my room."

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Ezra rolled his eyes. "Okay, this argument is now officially far too much effort. My decision is not to continue it. You're still welcome to come back, but on the condition that this gets dropped right now. My energy is too precious to waste on it."

Maybe he was allergic to bullshit after all.

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"I'd rather go," Ronan told him dryly, rolling his eyes. "I've got other shit to take care of today."

He turned around again, resuming his walk to his room.

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"Well, next time, please don't bother wasting my time at all."

That went well.