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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Ronan was just now getting back in. It'd been a late night for him, a night spent on the mainland in the company of many different kind of hops and spirits. He'd been drunk but he was better now.

On his way to his room, he pulled up in front of Ezra's open door and leaned one shoulder against the frame. Didn't say anything but he was sure Ezra would appreciate being watched even if Ronan's eyes looked blank.

Looks were deceiving.

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Cosima had wanted to talk to Ezra more pretty much since she figured out he wasn't just making crap up about the fox thing, but she hadn't seen him when she had time to have an actual conversation in a couple weeks. When she noticed his door was open and he was inside, she couldn't resist stopping to say hello.

"Hi," she said, leaning her head in. "Y'know, I don't see my dorm neighbors nearly as often as I would have guessed I would."