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[ winks u know what i mean!!! hahaha sweats whiny in a good way ok clings

[ u whiny baby hahA ok can ezra and hana like............................ do the deed 

Ezra took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled deeply, his mind pondering elsewhere. That is, until he noticed a blurry figure approaching him. His eyes slowly glanced over and he saw a woman with a slight smile on her face walking over towards him. Oh god. He wasn't fond of conversations. At all. ''Hm." He stared in silence for a moment, glancing her up and down in judgement. Her proposal wasn't too bad, especially since he noticed he was running out of cigarettes. ''And you are?"

It took a few moments for Ezra to come to a realisation as to what the other was hinting at. Maybe a bit more than a few moments, because he was staring back at the other for a very long time- both utterly confused and wondering if he should give a fuck about who this stranger was or what they were attempting. ''.... I don't.'' He flicked the butt of his cigar, tapping off the ash in habit. His voice was raspy and there was a slight attempt at humour, despite his natural lack-of. ''Might wanna go get a check-up, though.''

”….” Ezra turned around in the direction of the voice- the face of the other looked unfamiliar yet somewhat friendly. He cringed inwardly at this, his face showing no form of expression whatsoever, however. ”And you are?” 

"I remember..."

Out of the few people (and that’s an understatement) in Ezra’s life that knew him too well, they would undoubtedly agree that he was a tough one. He earned his position at work because of these exact qualities- unyielding and rough, especially when it came to his words. Today wasn’t a good day, though when it comes to Ezra there has never really been a good day, or so to speak. The packages he had to deliver were the usual- the customer? Not so much. They were being difficult, in the most censored way of putting across Ezra’s thoughts. He was sufficiently equipped when it came to dealing with messy situations but this was not entirely accurate when it came to his emotional stance- he liked it when things went smoothly, and anything in between or otherwise would probably end up with his fist on someone else’s face. Decidedly, taking a walk across the streets was one of his many ways of coping with his own sensitive temperament but what didn’t help was the small bustle forming on the pavements, and to his misfortune, a young man with little foresight- literally. ”The fuc-“ Ezra released a groan from his lips, his hands cupping his forehead in pain; he wasn’t exactly distracted or anything but it was enough to miss the stranger that was tumbling towards him.  His eyes roamed lazily over the other, slowly coming to the realization that they were on the floor, along with the remnants of the box he had bumped into. A little before he began spilling his profanities, he noticed the eyes of the passerby’s on him and sighed in irritation. Ezra bent down and reluctantly began to pick up the other’s items. ”Watch where you’re going next time.” his breath erratic and reeking of his last cigarette as he whispered, careful as to not let anyone else see his lack of empathy.

His immediate response was to click his tongue at her in exasperation and it bothered him even more knowing that Violet was expecting it. She knew of his habits. She knew of him. Ezra placed an arm over her shoulder and pushed the side of her body away, brushing himself past Violet with the same vacant expression on his face since his arrival back home. ''It was a delivery, alright.'' He sat himself down on the couch, lifting his feet onto the tea table; socks dull and clothes unwashed- he took a whiff of himself and couldn't help but flinch. ''A tough one. Cops just don't give up, do they?'' His attempt at humour was cheap at it's best but not even the slightest hint of laughter passed his lips, except for a sigh and only a very faint one. 

Ezra clicked his tongue in an irritant manner at the noise against his front door. Not many people visit, if any at all, so this was an unexpected surprise- he hates surprises. An unfamiliar face, though half covered by the large set of boxes in his palms, presents Ezra with curiosity. ”Uh, what is this for? A delivery? … I don’t take deliveries at this tim—” His eyes sweep over the decorations and wrapping on the boxes and he grasps the context of the situation. “Well. I didn’t really ask for these. I guess I have to thank you, right?” He snorts, taking the smallest box into his hands. He decides to save the thanking for later, that is if the stranger ever returns. Ezra is sure he won’t.