Ezra Sagishi (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
smilestopscars) wrote2015-12-22 01:27 pm
smilestopscars) wrote2015-12-22 01:27 pm
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Room 210, Tuesday Morning
Ezra had missed all of last week's hubbub on the island. Various kinds of Coterie stuff back home, nothing very interesting. Nothing worth reporting to anyone on.
In fact, he'd missed a lot of things on the island recently. Even his birthday had sort of come and gone, weeks ago. He'd celebrated with some random beutiful people. It'd been okay.
And while he was here now, he wasn't intending to stay very long. He was just back to pack a bag of some things he hadn't thought to take with him before, and then he'd be off back to Currant for what was sure to be a not at all awkward holiday time with Ava, Lock, and Cade. (And, yes. He was going to go see his family, too. Obviously. But you didn't hear it from him.)
Now, where was that one black button-up shirt...?
[ooc: Open door/post! *makes vague attempt at pre-Christmas activity*]
In fact, he'd missed a lot of things on the island recently. Even his birthday had sort of come and gone, weeks ago. He'd celebrated with some random beutiful people. It'd been okay.
And while he was here now, he wasn't intending to stay very long. He was just back to pack a bag of some things he hadn't thought to take with him before, and then he'd be off back to Currant for what was sure to be a not at all awkward holiday time with Ava, Lock, and Cade. (And, yes. He was going to go see his family, too. Obviously. But you didn't hear it from him.)
Now, where was that one black button-up shirt...?
[ooc: Open door/post! *makes vague attempt at pre-Christmas activity*]