Room 210, Friday Afternoon
It'd been almost two weeks. Ezra was starting to be okay. Which was to say, he'd repressed the hell out of the fact that he'd seen --
You know what? No. Let's just not go there. He'd been thoroughly over it once he'd stopped shaking and wanting to puke his guts out (after he'd felt like he already had). And that had been the very same day already, so. He was done with it, and had been for almost two weeks.
(The less said about said two weeks, though, the better. Unless you happened to be a fan of questionable coping methods.)
Things were just fine now. He'd just finished packing up a box of his winter stuff that he needed to send up to Currant to Ava for safekeeping, and was currently just standing by the window, looking up towards the sky. Maybe today he'd go out exploring.
Get into trouble.
[ooc: Open door, open post. ETA: Dante thread going NSFW, no surprise to anyone.]
You know what? No. Let's just not go there. He'd been thoroughly over it once he'd stopped shaking and wanting to puke his guts out (after he'd felt like he already had). And that had been the very same day already, so. He was done with it, and had been for almost two weeks.
(The less said about said two weeks, though, the better. Unless you happened to be a fan of questionable coping methods.)
Things were just fine now. He'd just finished packing up a box of his winter stuff that he needed to send up to Currant to Ava for safekeeping, and was currently just standing by the window, looking up towards the sky. Maybe today he'd go out exploring.
Get into trouble.
[ooc: Open door, open post. ETA: Dante thread going NSFW, no surprise to anyone.]