Room 210, Wednesday Evening

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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

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Dante was going to have to stop doing this cake thing as soon as he got Ada hers, or people were going to start expecting this from him. And he didn't particularly want people expecting him to be giving.

Anyway, he'd wound up picking an extremely sweet (in the sugar-filled) sense birthday cake with some red fruit crap and whipped cream or whatever. And he was knocking on Ezra's door with his elbow.

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Proving that he was theatrical even when he was by himself, Ezra heaved a big damn sigh at having to roll off the bed and get to his feet. He did so, though, and made his way to the door.

"I smell sugar," he noted, as he opened it, and stepped back to let Dante through.

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"Hey, your sense of smell still works even when you're not being nosy," Dante said, sliding right past him, cake in hand.

The cake wound up on Ezra's night stand a moment later. Let it not be said he didn't know Ez's laziness. "There you go. Cake."

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"Thank you," Ezra replied easily, complete with a little bow.

Then he stayed by the still-open door, as if he was expecting Dante to be off on his merry way, now.

Because he could be kind of an asshole with his jokes sometimes.