Room 210, Friday Afternoon

[smilestopscars]

It'd been almost two weeks. Ezra was starting to be okay. Which was to say, he'd repressed the hell out of the fact that he'd seen ––

You know what? No. Let's just not go there. He'd been thoroughly over it once he'd stopped shaking and wanting to puke his guts out (after he'd felt like he already had). And that had been the very same day already, so. He was done with it, and had been for almost two weeks.

(The less said about said two weeks, though, the better. Unless you happened to be a fan of questionable coping methods.)

Things were just fine now. He'd just finished packing up a box of his winter stuff that he needed to send up to Currant to Ava for safekeeping, and was currently just standing by the window, looking up towards the sky. Maybe today he'd go out exploring.

Get into trouble.

[ooc: Open door, open post. ETA: Dante thread going NSFW, no surprise to anyone.]

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[rebelseekspizza]

Dante'd been on a roll since Sunday, until that roll had kinda crashed and burned that morning.

Anders was gone. Ringo was no good as a distraction. One hot newbie was nowhere to be found, the other had bunny issues. Alana, Ada and Iz had their own things going on and--

Okay, maybe he'd been giving Ezra so much space, it had started to feel more like avoidance for a while now. Fuck it.

He parked his shoulder in the doorway like absolutely nothing had happened over the past six months and knocked on the doorpost.