Room 210, Thursday Afternoon

[smilestopscars]

Even if it was largely handwavy Ezra was having a great week of meeting some new people around the island and then getting better acquainted with them. He remembered this from last year, too, and he appreciated it for what it was: a brief moment in time when other people seemed to exist in a world that was a little closer to his. Because let's face it, he was already willing to enjoy other people and let them enjoy him at a moment's notice as it was, pollen or no pollen.

Still, even in such a busy week, he still managed to find some down time. And he was spending it by eyeing the contents of his closet critically. Trying to decide on what to wear for going out tonight.

You know, if he actually managed to go out tonight. The dorms could be awfully interesting sometimes.

[ooc: Open post/door, it is shameful how bad I've been at getting him out this week.]

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[crimson_sister]

Lucille had debated with herself whether this was a good idea, considering... many things. But as the week went on, she had grown increasingly frustrated, and as she had an excuse -- Ezra had sent her flowers -- she felt she could stop by his room.

She had rehearsed this visit in her head beforehand.

"Good afternoon," she said, stopping on the threshold of the open door, peering into the room.