Room 210, Sunday Afternoon

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Ava and Lock had meant to come visit this weekend. Or possibly Ava or Lock, since they were still being weird around each other. Because they were idiots. But in the end, neither ended up being able to come by. Some Coterie whatever, the usual. Alistair with an errand or something.

So, Ezra was spending his Sunday the way the gods had intended him to: by sprawling on his bed. And flirting with people over texts.

It was pretty great.

[ooc: Method RP as far as the doing nothing goes. Open!]

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"It;s not a risk, it's a damned guarantee with you," she told him. "But it's not blame. It's a compliment, I assure you." She gave him a soft smile. "You're amazing Ezra. I mean, you know that, but you are."

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Ezra reached out lazily to boop her on the nose.

"You don't have time to start getting mushy on me, cupcake."

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Kathy stuck her tongue out at him, but finished pulling her clothes on. "I'm not getting mushy," she informed him. "I'm expressing gratitude and appreciation for a good time to ensure your willingness to continue them at a later date. So there."

And then she was getting off his bed in a perfectly executed back handspring, a non-verbal 'nyaaaah' to counteract any further accusations of mushiness.

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Ezra snickered. "Showing off doesn't make your point for you."

But it was still oh so fun to watch.

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"But it might be distracting?" Kathy suggested, leaning down to pull her shoes on. "Seriously, though, Ezra. You don't, umm, have to worry? I'm not about to get all emotional at you or whatever. That's not what this is. We're cool."

The best part about this? It was guaranteed to be a short conversation because she had to go. But she wanted to make sure he knew she wasn't getting, well, mushy. At him.

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"I was teasing you, darling," Ezra told her with a slightly raised eyebrow and a lopsided smile. When he seriously thought someone was getting too attached to him, he had other ways of nudging them on to a different course than outright telling them to their face. "I'm not worried."

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"Good," Kathy said, looking relieved. She figured that was a problem that crept up on Ezra a lot, at least with people he dallied with more than once, and she wanted to be clear that that wasn't a concern, here.

But since it wasn't, that meant she could tease a little as she ran her fingers through her hair to bring back some semblance of order. "Sorry your dick is magic, but not enough to be the key to my heart. I'll let you pine over that while I herd my family off the island."

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"I'll try not to weep copious tears."

He so looked like he was going to cry. Really. If that involved looking like a gloriously lazy person on a bed. He gave her a little wave with his fingers. "Bye for now, Kathy."

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Honestly, that was a lot easier to picture than Ezra crying. At least, crying real tears. "See you later, Ez," she said as she finished twisting her hair up. "Be good."

That admonishment had her laughing as she let herself out the door.

You know what? She was feeling a lot better than she had all weekend.