Lucem
Ten Thousand Club
Ezra Knight
SCENE:
Making Amends
LOCATION:
Post Arc 2: Ezra's Apartment, West District
PARTICIPANTS:
Ezra, Isobel
MAKING AMENDS
Ezra jumped a little when the cardboard box was suddenly shoved into his hands. Before he could question anything, Isobel signed and told him to choose one of the gathered items. There was no more elaboration after that, and he was left to silently stare at the assortment of knickknacks.
Tilting his head in confusion, he looked back at Isobel for a moment before returning his attention to the box. He really didn't understand what was going on here. Why did she want him to pick something? Was this supposed to be some kind of gift? Maybe he was being forced into a duel and the item he chose would be his weapon.
He probably could've come up with an even worse explanation for what was happening, but Isobel put an end to that train of thought. Once again, the Jack started signing, asking if she'd woken him up. Still confused, Ezra gave her a look, unsure of what made her ask the question.
"Huh? Oh." He'd been so preoccupied with the box that he'd forgotten about his appearance. However, now that his unexpected guest had reminded him, it was all he could think about.
Feeling a mixture of worry and embarrassment, he tugged at the hem of his shirt with his free hand, but it did little to hide his shame. While there was nothing wrong with his outfit, it wasn't the kind of thing he wanted to wear in the presence of a higher-up. A white t-shirt and sweatpants definitely didn't give off a professional vibe, and neither did his bedhead.
"N-No, it's okay. I was just lying down." He hadn't been able to sleep for a while now, and that probably wouldn't change after this encounter. This wasn't as serious as his other screwups, but it'd be another thing that kept him awake at night. He really should've found his suit before answering the door.
After he responded to the question, the awkward silence returned. Every quiet second was agonizing for him. What was the right move here? He didn't know how to handle visitors, and this was an important one. If he said something wrong, it'd blow up in his face again. Saying nothing at all would also be bad. He had to say something.
"Would you like to come in?" That's the best he could come up with.
Naturally, he had a few reservations about letting someone into his room, but he didn't have a lot of options. Just letting Isobel stand out in the hallway would be rude, especially after she let him sleep over at her apartment. He didn't want to get on another leader's bad side.
Stepping aside, he cleared a path for Isobel, giving her some space if she decided to take him up on his offer. At the very least, he didn't have to worry about showing her a messy home. He didn't own many things, so there wasn't much to clean in the massive living area. Aside from general appliances, he only had training equipment to make the place feel less empty.
Tilting his head in confusion, he looked back at Isobel for a moment before returning his attention to the box. He really didn't understand what was going on here. Why did she want him to pick something? Was this supposed to be some kind of gift? Maybe he was being forced into a duel and the item he chose would be his weapon.
He probably could've come up with an even worse explanation for what was happening, but Isobel put an end to that train of thought. Once again, the Jack started signing, asking if she'd woken him up. Still confused, Ezra gave her a look, unsure of what made her ask the question.
"Huh? Oh." He'd been so preoccupied with the box that he'd forgotten about his appearance. However, now that his unexpected guest had reminded him, it was all he could think about.
Feeling a mixture of worry and embarrassment, he tugged at the hem of his shirt with his free hand, but it did little to hide his shame. While there was nothing wrong with his outfit, it wasn't the kind of thing he wanted to wear in the presence of a higher-up. A white t-shirt and sweatpants definitely didn't give off a professional vibe, and neither did his bedhead.
"N-No, it's okay. I was just lying down." He hadn't been able to sleep for a while now, and that probably wouldn't change after this encounter. This wasn't as serious as his other screwups, but it'd be another thing that kept him awake at night. He really should've found his suit before answering the door.
After he responded to the question, the awkward silence returned. Every quiet second was agonizing for him. What was the right move here? He didn't know how to handle visitors, and this was an important one. If he said something wrong, it'd blow up in his face again. Saying nothing at all would also be bad. He had to say something.
"Would you like to come in?" That's the best he could come up with.
Naturally, he had a few reservations about letting someone into his room, but he didn't have a lot of options. Just letting Isobel stand out in the hallway would be rude, especially after she let him sleep over at her apartment. He didn't want to get on another leader's bad side.
Stepping aside, he cleared a path for Isobel, giving her some space if she decided to take him up on his offer. At the very least, he didn't have to worry about showing her a messy home. He didn't own many things, so there wasn't much to clean in the massive living area. Aside from general appliances, he only had training equipment to make the place feel less empty.
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