Room 210, Wednesday Evening

[smilestopscars]

Post-shift, Ezra was enjoying some very well-deserved relaxation by doing nothing. He thought it was well-deserved, anyway. He'd had to stand around at a store all day! And not even eat the candy that he was surrounded with? Did anyone understand what strength of will that called for when you were someone like him? He thought not.

So now he was sprawling on his bed with a magazine and a bag of candy.

Yes, candy.

Yes, even though he was supposed to get cake sometime soon.

He lived a good life, what could he say?

[ooc: Door closed, expecting one! And I'm done spamming.]