3rd Floor Common Room | Monday Afternoon

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This whole thing was annoying. Ronan just wanted to go back to constantly feeling angry and annoyed at the world. He didn't want to throw angry, annoyed and wanting of the world into that mix. No. It wasn't happening.

(It already was happening).

There was absolutely nothing on television but that wasn't stopping Ronan from changing the channel every five seconds in a futile attempt to get his brain engaged and away from so many mental images that were dangerous to even broach.

He'd left Chainsaw and the robot baby in the room, trusting his bird to watch over that thing and not even caring if Chainsaw pecked it till it broke. He didn't want to deal with. Nope, he was just going sit on the couch, drink ice cold water (that was, unfortunately, not spiked with anything good) and take his frustrations out on the channel clicker.

God, he was sad.

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[not_a_moonie]

Such a polite shirtless gentleman!

"Absolutely," she said, smile growing. "I like your outfit. Where'd you get it?"

[smilestopscars]

"Oh, this?" he asked, looking down at his shirtless self, then back up at her with a smirk. "My mom gave it to me. Except the pants. Those are... from some high-end department store or other."

Also probably stolen.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana cracked up and held up her hand for a high-five. "Okay, that was an excellent answer. Your mom has good taste."

[smilestopscars]

She was getting her high-five. As bad an idea as skin-to-skin contact could be, under the circumstances.

"Thank you, I'll let her know," he said. "It may be hereditary."

[not_a_moonie]

His skin was warm and much more appealing than any high five deserved to be. Alana's palm felt pleasantly tingly as she drew it back into her lap.

"Yeah?" she said, raising an eyebrow. "I'd have guessed your taste was at least a little weird. I mean, you did end up here."

[smilestopscars]

"I was sent here," Ezra corrected her, since that was closer to the truth. "But I may have weird taste regardless. Good, though."

Hey, he thought she was attractive, and that had to count for something.

[not_a_moonie]

Alana also thought she was attractive, so he got full points for noticing.

"See, I picked this place all on my own," she explained ruefully. "So my taste might be weirder than yours."

A beat.

"Not that I knew what I was in for."

[smilestopscars]

"I knew what I was in for." See, he was one up on her on that one thing. "At least ona general level. They didn't tell me everyone was going to be so hot, which is a shame because it might have made me accept the idea faster."

[not_a_moonie]

"The universal hotness makes everything else go down a little easier," Alana said, and then frowned and rubbed her forehead. "Not -- God, everything that could be dirty sounds really dirty right now. But I didn't mean it that way."

[smilestopscars]

"Why not?" Ezra asked, snickering. "I thought it sounded lovely."

[not_a_moonie]

"I think the fact our minds went there so fast makes us both pervs," Alana offered, laughing a little. "But other than that, you aren't wrong."

And now she was going to have some very nice fantasies for the rest of the day.

[smilestopscars]

Ezra was always happy to help like that.

"No, I didn't think I was," he said with a smirk. He was smirking a whole lot, this week. "And I don't mind being a perv. I think that's a part of what makes me so fun."

[not_a_moonie]

"See, this is where I'm sad to have a boyfriend," Alana complained lightly.
"Because if I didn't, I'd be trying to find out how fun you really are."

[smilestopscars]

He made sure to look very sad about that.

"Aww. I'm very fun. Guess you'll just have to imagine that now."

[not_a_moonie]

Alana looked sad right back at him, thought eventually she dipped her head to hide a smile.

"I'll be thinking about it all night," she promised. "I'm fun too, for the record."

[smilestopscars]

"Oh, I never had any doubt about that," Ezra assured her. "I'll mourn this missed opportunity accordingly."