a smile that actually does stop traffic

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.]

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.]

After his stint at the picnic, Ezra was finally unpacking his bags without the intention of re-packing them anytime too soon. He'd even been told there weren't any specific Coterie assignments on the horizon, although he wasn't exactly type to take that without a grain of salt. Still, he wasn't about to have a bag waiting around for the next time he had to go.

So he was sorting through his things, as well as some things he'd... acquired, over his stay in and around Boston. Funny how many phones and wallets ended up making their way into his bag. He handled them with the same idleness as he did the shirts he'd left with.

Shirts went into the laundry bag, the stolen goods into one of his desk drawers. Everything had its place. He was more methodical a person than he tended to let on.

[ooc: Open door, open post, maybe my boy will actually stick around for a while now.]

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!]

Ezra had stolen a stereo earlier in the week.

He hadn't exactly forgotten about it, but things had come up since then and kept him distracted. So he hadn't really been thinking about it, either. In fact, he wasn't thinking about it right now, either.

Because he was sprawling on his bed and texting Lock details about some of the things that had kept him busy over the last couple of days. Lock did not seem very appreciative of this. Which in turn made Ezra snicker to himself.

Hey, Lock was still texting him back, wasn't he?

[ooc: Primarily for one, but can be open chronologically before his arrival! Also, let's call the Dante thread pre-emptively NSFW.]

So Ezra hadn't been around much lately. Or the entire last week and a half or so. Boston business. Very boring. Nothing he wanted to get into with anyone. And anyway, he was back now. Fresh from the shower and roaming his room without a shirt on.

(Pants, though. Those he was wearing. You were welcome, random passers-by.)

(Or he was sorry. Depended on each passer-by's individual tastes. No judgment here.)

Time for him to stare into his closet with a thoughtful look on his face for a while. He didn't know what he'd be getting up to today, so how was he supposed to know what shirt to pick? Honestly. Maybe he needed to pick a shirt and let that guide him in picking his activities for the rest of the day.

[ooc: Look who's trying to get back into being around as well as being awake! Open door/post!]

Ezra was having a lazy morning ––

Wait, damn, was it really the afternoon already? Guess that was what you got when you spent most of the week finding all kinds of fun and action on the mainland. Eventually, you were going to lose track of time at least a little bit.

But it was Saturday, so it didn't really matter. Ezra could stay blissfully unaware of what time it was, while sprawling on his bed and looking up cute foods on his phone. For absolutely no reason than his hedonist tendencies and appreciation for things that looked nice.

Look, it was just lazy fun.

[ooc: Idk. Open door, open post.]

Ezra had been away on Coterie business for most of last week. Nothing too bad, this time. Just your general run-of-the-mill intimidation where Ava had done most of the work while Ezra and Lock had looked casually imposing in the background. From the way the island had felt when he'd left, Ezra suspected he'd been pretty lucky in that regard.

Also he'd come back with a box full of stuff. A care package from his mother. Apparently him being away at an actual school – no matter how strange and unusual a school - merited a care package. He dumped the contents on his desk to rifle through them. Snacks, mostly. A few pairs of socks, a lighter, a few random knick-knacks. Things whatever random shopkeepers had lost them wouldn't miss much.

And there was a piece of cardboard. He picked it up. It was a card, it had a fox on it, and it was from his sisters. And the way he smiled at it was not the way he smiled at the people he tried (and succeeded) to charm around Fandom or anywhere else.

It was something far more private.

[ooc: I am still a little exhausted from last week, but baby steps. Open door, open post!]

Ezra was back from a whirlwind trip back to the general Boston area.

They hadn't actually killed anyone this time, so, that was a pleasant enough change. But they had implied the possibility pretty heavily. That had been new. They hadn't usually had to do that kind of thing. If a Coterie team showed up, you were usually aware that you'd screwed up. In fact, you were usually already running, even before you knew there was a firebug involved.

But this had been different. Guess Alistair was trying out the new politics he'd said he would.

All Ezra really knew was that his head was buzzing. He'd taken a shower, and was pacing around his room in a pair of pants, but without a shirt, drying his hair with a towel. A restless fox was a potentially dangerous thing.

He really needed a plan for tonight.

[ooc: Open door/post!]

Ezra loved this island. Sure, even he would probably start getting annoyed at waking up ready to be completely distracted if this went on for too long, but so far, it hadn't gotten to that point for him. He just felt charged up with energy, some of which he'd used on a phonecall to Ava. Aves had not seemed terribly interested in listening to his account of all of yesterday's fun, but he'd given it anyway. Hey, he'd held back on the details!

And it had been a very good day, and at least Ava had been glad to hear that. It was weird for them to be this far apart when the both of them Lock had been thick as thieves for so long.

Ezra wasn't going to focus on that right now. Instead, he was thinking about what he wanted to do today. Maybe later he'd go out and make himself available again, meet some more pretty people. But for now, he was content trying to lazily lure them to him with his open door, dancing around to some music a bit while sorting through his last off-island haul which he'd dumped on the desk from a bag.

There were a few phones and wallets that most definitely did not belong to him, yes. Oops?

[ooc: I am home sick and need to be entertained, so open door and open post! I will be here allll day.]