#reply;ezra

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gimmie1x1

Ezra: I'm a block away!

Azra had sent the text message right as she got to the corner of the block, a few houses away. Even from this distance, she was already getting nervous. She could feel the butterflies in her stomach, and anxiously fiddled with the bow at the back of her head. It was a subtle little something; she was still dressed androgynously, and the bow was barely noticeable, but it was something. Something that made her different, but something that made her Azra.

As she approached the house, Azra nervously pocketed her phone and looked around, practically squirrelly. "Bella?" she called, starting up the walkway, looking for her friend.

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“HOW DID YOU GET THAT?”

It wasn't an easy shift for Ezra. He never had an easy shift when his... less gentle clients had him. They were prone to getting handsy, yes, but none of them had ever actually hit him before. None of them had gone that far. 

As a general rule, when he had such noticeable marks, his boss didn't let him work until they were gone. They turned off other customers, shattered the illusion that he was theirs and theirs alone. Luckily, he had managed to convince his boss to at least let him out, get some fresh air, 'it'll help me heal quicker'. Little did he know that Ezra was going out to meet someone.

He'd done his best to conceal it with what little he had. No make up, at least nothing as heavy as concealer or foundation, but he wore his large sunnies, kept his hair swept over his cheekbone. He didn't want Ashton to see the angry purple and green mar just under his eye. He didn't want Ashton to worry, to get angry. The much smaller male actually flinched at the question, curled into his already tiny frame. "I-It's nothing, Ashton," he lied, plastering on the most sincere smile he could muster, knowing that it must still look false as hell. His fingers clenched around his knees, trying to stop the trembling. "I promise, it's nothing." Ezra knew that he shouldn't have bothered coming out.