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2nd Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon
Thursday, January 22nd, 2015 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
smilestopscarsYesterday had been fun. Lots of it. Catching and killing eels fit a fox surprisingly well. But yesterday had also taken a lot out of Ezra. So, that explained why he'd slept way into the afternoon, and why, upon entering the common room now, he immediately collapsed onto the couch in front of the television, and began to wait for someone he could pester into making him something to eat.
Or maybe that had nothing to do with yesterday at all, and he was just lazy. Or he just liked how he looked, sprawled out on the couch lazily like he was. It could have been any of the aforementioned things, really.
He turned the TV on.
"Ooh, Real Housewives."
[ooc: I have passed all the stressful bits of this week, so let's celebrate with a CR. Open!]
Or maybe that had nothing to do with yesterday at all, and he was just lazy. Or he just liked how he looked, sprawled out on the couch lazily like he was. It could have been any of the aforementioned things, really.
He turned the TV on.
"Ooh, Real Housewives."
[ooc: I have passed all the stressful bits of this week, so let's celebrate with a CR. Open!]