Room 210, Thursday Afternoon
In what was by now his classic fashion, Ezra had been MIA a lot lately. Blam Alistair. Or Ezra being lazy about getting back from Currant when it was so much fun to get very crisp bacon every morning, courtesy of Ava's natural skills.
But, yes. He was back. Lazing about with his shirt unbuttoned, reading a fashion magazine he'd no doubt picked up from a news stand somewhere before continuing on his merry way without leaving anything in return.
Oh, and he had candy. So, good day.
[ooc: Open, yes yes!]
But, yes. He was back. Lazing about with his shirt unbuttoned, reading a fashion magazine he'd no doubt picked up from a news stand somewhere before continuing on his merry way without leaving anything in return.
Oh, and he had candy. So, good day.
[ooc: Open, yes yes!]