a smile that actually does stop traffic

So it turned out that Monday evenings weren't really a hot-and-happening time for trampoline parks. And that it followed that you could sometimes snag a great deal for a private event on a random Monday evening.

Two people were a private event. It was just... really private.

... Not that private, though. Not like that. But it was still a good place for two people who wanted to hang out and who were also prone to having an excess of energy sometimes. Which probably explained the wide grin on Ezra's face when they were let in to the place and he could survey all the damn activities, from the trampolines to the foam pits.

"Oh, I think I'm already in love."

[ooc: NFB, for the guy.]

Ezra had had a pleasant NPC encounter or two, yesterday. But in the end, he'd gone to bed alone. Which meant that now he was also waking up alone. And, he was actually pretty okay with that. Especially now that the tug of the pollen had abated. He had a comfortable bed all to himself, and nowhere he really needed to be anytime soon.

So he wasn't in a rush to get up.

Yet.

[ooc: Oooopen for everything that these weekends usually entail!]

Even though it was probably surprising to a lot of people who (thought they) knew him and his lazy ways, Ezra was actually back in class this week. But it wasn't really that surprising. Yes, he was lazy, but he could up his game when the incentives were good enough. Like when there were a ton of hot people around. Or when he could do something that was both new for him and something he was naturally good at, and which didn't involve scaring or hurting anyone.

But of course he'd only really tell anyone about the hot people.

Or how hot he himself looked when he was wrapped up in the silks and suspended gracefully in the air.

He didn't text anyone during class today, because now that they'd all gotten hang of what it felt like to be in the air, upside down or not, there was too much to do for him to devote all his time to texting while he waited. But still, because he was incorrigible, he managed to get some new selfies with his silks, and even got one of the instructors to take a picture of him where he was victoriously posing rather high up, having successfully climbed his way there with one of silks winding around his ankle and between his feet. It was only too bad he hadn't thought to ask them to video it.

And now that class was over, and he'd taken a moment to shower and cool off, he was texting some of those pics to Sparkle, because he'd said he would. And Kathy, because surely she would appreciate some progress updates.

... And Ada, because why should everyone else have all the fun.

[ooc: NFB, but open for texts and calls, regardless of whether you're one of the ones mentioned!]

Ezra's weekend in Fandom (well, mostly just the one hotel room) had been fantastic. But, like all fantastic things, it had come to an end - and much too soon for Ezra's liking. Because somehow, now it was already Wednesday, and that meant the weekend was getting further and further away, getting smaller in the proverbial rearview mirror. And he was back in his normal life.

Coterie business.

Although today's assignment hadn't been too bad. They'd just gone out to round someone up for a questioning. Less an actual threat and more someone who might know something about a threat, and who hadn't been keen on coming in and spilling the beans about it. The hardest part had been to find him. To sniff him out. After that, it'd been easy - he hadn't been keen on kicking up a fuss.

So, no violence necessary, for those keeping score at home.

Still, when he got home, Ezra felt the desire to take a long shower. To get his hair wet, and then just stand there in the spray for a while, like the water could wash away all the complicated thoughts in his head while it plastered his hair to his shoulders and the back of his neck. A fox could try.

[ooc: NFB but open for all the usual.]

Anyone who hadn't expected Ezra to hightail it the hell away from Limbo City at his earliest convenience was a fool. Because he had. Immediately as soon as danger had been over, and straight back to Currant.

But not to his house.

Nope, to Ava and Cade's, where he'd made himself at home on Ava's bed until she figured out he wasn't leaving. (Even if he also wasn't saying what was wrong with him. But she knew something was wrong, and that was enough.) He'd slept restlessly, but with his nose buried in Ava's hair. The warmth of her against his chest.

Home wasn't a place, you see.

But he'd returned to his house, now. Scowling at the porch like it had betrayed him, somehow. He was a little more friendly to the fridge, though, now that he was standing in front of it: he was going to positively devour its contents.

Getting kidnapped and stripped of half his self was hungry work, clearly.

[ooc: NFB but open.]

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.]

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!]