ezra
19 ~ he/they ~ mechanic
Location: The Motel --> A Room (literally any room)
Ezra was staring at his list, zoned out. Was there anything he could to at this very second besides sleeping. He wanted to do something instead of just sitting here doodling, but he had to figure out what to do. They huffed again, looking more annoyed by the second. They jerked their head up when Fabien said something to him. He wasn't sure how he didn't hear him. He scowled. "Yeah..very amazing. Is there anything I can help you with?"They asked, a tad bit sarcastically with a tilt of his head.
Fabien was a bit annoying, if you asked him. He didn't hate being around him though. Unfortunately for Ezra, they saw most of the people in their little group as decent friends, including the person looming over him, sadly.
Ezra grabbed the hairtye on the bed next to him and put their hair back up, only doing so he could do something to move. "Also, that..leg of yours is awfully irritating. I mean, hats off to you for like, darting walking around with
that, but you could have had me someone make an actual prosthetic for you?He stated, as respectfully as possible. Ezra squinted for a second at the thing on Fabien's leg before looking back up.