Room 210, Sunday Afternoon
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.]
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.]