Ezra Sagishi (
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fandomtownies2017-11-24 02:45 pm
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The Park, Friday Afternoon
On this, the most commercially hallowed day of the year, when over-stressed consumers trampled over eachother to get at various discount goods and were even less likely to notice the press of people had emptied the pockets even before they made it to the cashier, Ezra had been ordered (by Lock, and then by Ava) to go to the one place in the country where he was the least likely to steal things: Fandom Island.
Sure, maybe it also had something to do with how he hadn't been back here or anywhere near the people here for who knows how many months it had been since that thing with Dante and his brother. But Ezra was ignoring that. Clearly his friends just wanted to keep his eager hands away from people's wallets, out of the pure goodness of their hearts.
Also, of course, he'd taken a long detour through the mainland, so his pockets were heavy with things that strictly speaking didn't belong to him.
Oops?
But here he was now, by the pond in the park, throwing bits of bread out to the flamingoes while smirking at them like the superior predator that he was. (He wasn't going to do anything to them, of course. But you couldn't separate the fox from the man.)
[ooc: Open place, open post.]
Sure, maybe it also had something to do with how he hadn't been back here or anywhere near the people here for who knows how many months it had been since that thing with Dante and his brother. But Ezra was ignoring that. Clearly his friends just wanted to keep his eager hands away from people's wallets, out of the pure goodness of their hearts.
Also, of course, he'd taken a long detour through the mainland, so his pockets were heavy with things that strictly speaking didn't belong to him.
Oops?
But here he was now, by the pond in the park, throwing bits of bread out to the flamingoes while smirking at them like the superior predator that he was. (He wasn't going to do anything to them, of course. But you couldn't separate the fox from the man.)
[ooc: Open place, open post.]

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Instead of spending the whole day indoors, she had decided to go for a walk, perhaps eventually go to the tea shop (she refused to call it a coffee shop) and see if Sparkle's instructions on how to get proper tea actually worked.
She had to admit that the park was rather pleasant, although she was looking out for the person with the pets. She (Seivarden wasn't going to bother guessing pronouns) was nowhere in sight, but someone had decided to feed the birds.
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It didn't seem like Ezra noticed the new arrival. But of course he had - his nose picked up these things, and it also told him she wasn't Kathy or Dante or anyone else he knew. So he was being lazy about looking over - or possibly playing one of his usual games.
"Are you blushing because you're so delicious, I wonder?" he asked the nearest flamingo, instead.
The bird said nothing. Just pecked at the bits of bread he'd just thrown out at its feet.
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But she was bored, and in the end she said, when she was close enough: "Is feeding them some kind of local hunting technique, then?"
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"I'm not sure I understand what you mean," she said, with a smile and a tone of voice that expressed how thoroughly unimpressed she was. She added a tiny bow, small enough to be rude by Radchaai standards.
"Seivarden Vendaai. I don't believe we've met."
She had quickly got used to ignoring titles here, which made this sound even more insulting.
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So he wasn't too bothered by any hints of rudeness he picked up on, though he did make a mental note of dialing it back a notch or several. "Ezra Sagishi," he replied, with a little nod. His smile didn't waver. "I've been away for a while."
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Again, she considered leaving. Why did she ever bother to talk to people here?
The truth, of course, was that she was bored. And lonely.
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He hadn't seen Ezra in what felt like centuries, but you wouldn't be able to tell by how casual his tone was.
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Ezra had smelled him coming, of course, so he'd had a second or two to make sure nothing was threatening to bubble up to the surface. Who even knew what lurked there?
He gave the closest flamingo a toothy smirk before looking over. "Please, darling, it was a portal."
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No, it was actually true. But not something he would admit to – professional pride, and all that.
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He still wasn't sure what to do with Ezra, these days. He was acting like regular old Ezra - but for how long?
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So far, he was okay. "Well, true. Fandom and crowds are never really a thing."
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...And possibly make room for leftovers when she got back.
Running through the trails in the park, she nearly stopped dead at the familiar outline by the pong. And then hesitated, unsure if he'd want to talk to her, but incapable of just continuing on like he was some stranger.
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Then, casually throwing some crumbs for the birds and still without looking back, he called, just as casually, "You know I can smell you, don't you, my little hotteok?"
He'd run into a Korean street food truck a while back.
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Still, she flushed at the endearment. It had been awhile since he'd called her anything at all, and even if it didn't mean anything--well, hotteok. Taking that as an invitation to talk at least, she crossed over to him.
"I do," she said. "Which meant if you didn't say something, then I'd know it was because you'd rather not talk."
And would have been a clear indication that she should continue on. Whether she would have or not...that was another story. She'd never been exactly great at moving past Ezra.
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He looked over – and immediately rolled his eyes. "Please, when have you ever known me not to talk?" he asked, going for the jokingly melodramatic. "I love the sound of my voice."
And ignoring awkward topics.
"And so does everyone else."
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"That's because most of what you say is dirty," she teased lightly. "Can't blame us mere mortals for enjoying that."
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Yeeeah, that was definitely someone else's wallet.
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