 Lil' gooz | Sarangel | Junior Dweeb
Ezra tried his hardest to keep from smiling again, noticing Tiffany's glances in his direction. Yes, yes, he noticed. The lip bite too. Heh. Not that he wasn't used to it, of course, he reminded himself, but THIS one seemed to be holding herself back. THAT he wasn't used to. His blue eyes flicked back to her, and then back to Mr. Isaacs. The meeting, right.
Whipping out a small notepad from the pocket of his blazer, Ezra proceeded to take notes in swooping script. He nodded respectfully at Mr. Isaac's reference of him and recorded his jobs for the new year. Vultures? No problem. Smoothing his tie, the media liason scanned the rest of his colleagues, eager to begin working with them. Rough year or not, they could do it. Ezra Bellamy could do anything, uh huh. Duh.
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