Room 210, Tuesday Morning

[smilestopscars]

Ezra'd been gone for a couple of days.

Some Coterie stuff to deal with right after the break. And some quality time with Lock and Ava –– separately, because apparently they'd cycled back to being very weird around each other right now. Sigh, it was such a hassle. Why couldn't they think of their kid Ezra? So inconsiderate. He didn't want two Christmases.

Anyway. He was back now, unpacking his bag, its contents currently strewn all over his bed. And, well. It would've probably been easy to tell what he was unpacking was not entirely what he'd left with. The battered paperback copy of A Tale of Two Cities was perhaps his, sure. All the clothes, too, of course.

But no one needed six wallets.

[ooc: Open door, open post. ETA: NSFWness in the Dante thread!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

Wasn't Ezra's room generally a pants-optional space, anyway?

"So if you actually wanna make it to the shower, now is the time," Dante mused.

[smilestopscars]

This was true. Ezra only barely believed in pants.

He pushed himself more upright. Then leaned over for the nightstand. "It'd be a shame to get too distracted for that." Not really, but still.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I'm sure we'd get over it," Dante said, stretching once, then slipping off the bed. "But we don't have to."

[smilestopscars]

"Definitely not."

Ezra grabbed condoms and lube – the kind that didn't immediately vanish when it met water – then rolled off the bed and onto his feet. Disgustingly gracefully, as always.

[rebelseekspizza]

'Disgusting' might not have been the word Dante'd use for it. He actually took a couple seconds' enjoyment out of watching Ezra move, before pulling open the door to the bathroom and walking on in.

"I could use a shower anyway," he mused.

Cleaning blood off in a crappy gas station bathroom was not exactly the same.