Room 210, Sunday Evening

Nov 01, 2015 15:40

Ezra had slumped face first onto his bed ( Read more... )

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rebelseekspizza November 1 2015, 14:11:26 UTC
Dante'd spent last night hanging out in a bar that didn't sell liquor to minors, surrounded by old people. That had been incredibly disappointing, which was why tonight he'd ganked one of the two bottles under his bed and gone looking around for something fun to do.

He passed by Ezra's room first, just to see if the guy was back yet.

... Sleeping, apparently. If he hadn't been drinking, he'd have left it at that and moved on.

Instead Dante stopped by the crack in the door for what he meant to be like, 20 seconds, just to tilt his head and see if Ezra genuinely had fallen asleep in his own clothes and maybe drop an amused snort about it.

He was easily entertained.

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smilestopscars November 1 2015, 14:30:09 UTC
Ezra could be kind of a heavy sleeper when he knew an environment was safe. Also, when he'd partied through the night.

Had he been in fox form, his ears would have twitched at the snort. As it was, though, there was no way of knowing that he'd heard it and couldn't be bothered to fully wake up to do anything about it.

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rebelseekspizza November 1 2015, 14:37:29 UTC
Dante took a swig of his drink. He should really just let well enough alone.

You know what? He was going to be nice and step in so he could shut Ezra's door on him. "Never thought you'd ever forget to take your pants off," he mused, as he did so.

Slightly louder than he'd planned to.

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smilestopscars November 1 2015, 14:44:21 UTC
"Murgh," said Ezra.

Then, mostly muffled by the pillow because moving his head was too much effort for little payoff, "Didn't have a need to take 'em off."

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