<div style="text-align: center">《 Rachel 》&amp;《 Ezra 》&amp;《 Tobias 》<br/>
<i>Location: Abendblume's gates<br/>
Addressing: Each other, Anise</i>​</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">Tobias listened to the exchange between Rebel and Rachel with a mild curiosity. It was only after the three were seated in the carriage and rolling away did Tobias pin a shit-eating smile onto his sister. He raised his brow and chuckled, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.<br/>
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“Well,” he clapped his hands together, “Is there something you would like to share with the class?”<br/>
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Rachel rolled her eyes and crossed one leg over the other. She placed her elbow on the edge of the carriage and faced the gentle breeze. She brushed brunette locks from her eyes with a swipe of her fingers.<br/>
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“Rach, what the fuck was that about?” Tobias knew their time in the carriage was short and he needed intel. Obviously something had happened between Rebel and Rachel. “You have a problem with Sou? You’re acting like a child? You’re stealing drugs from the clinic? What the hell?”<br/>
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“Relax.” She sighed, settling her hands in her lap as she looked at her brother. “It was nothing. Rebel is one of Hale’s ignorant cronies. He gets confused when he uses big words, for God’s sake.”<br/>
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Tobias barked out a laugh and shook his head. “That sounded like more than nothing, Rach.” He set his eyes upon her for a few seconds, processing the spat in his mind. “Wait- <i>are you fucking him</i>?” The man hissed the question, leaning forward with his eyes wide. “That would explain the problem with Sou…”<br/>
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Ezra cleared his throat. “We’re here.” He drew his discomfort from the subject of sleeping with taken men and having issues with their significant others. Ezra had enough of the topic for one day. He gripped the edge of the carriage and pulled himself to his feet, relieved to see his sister standing with Kennedy.<br/>
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The guard hauled their three bags out of the carriage and plopped them in the shady grass. He stood near them, gesturing to the luggage packed for Anise as she approached.<br/>
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Ezra expected her to rifle through the bags, condensing the selection and deciding what stayed and what went. He didn’t have the wherewithal to make that choice for her. What he thought was important may not be all that crucial to her, and vice versa. He knew enough to pack her sculpting supplies, though.<br/>
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Instead, Anise turned her attention to him.<br/>
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<i>“What happened?”</i><br/>
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He licked his lips, hoping she would move on from her questioning as she became distracted by her possessions. Anise’s question could have meant a million and one things, so he took it how he wanted.<br/>
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<i>"Did you get your gun back from Rebel?" </i><br/>
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“I did.” Ezra nodded and moved subtly to fold his arms over his upper rib cage. “I-” He paused as the realization hit him, standing with his eyes closed. He bit the inside of his lip, clenching until the pain distracted him from the tears that assaulted his senses.<br/>
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Ezra was <i>fucking. frustrated.</i><br/>
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He hadn’t changed his clothes.<br/>
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Ezra had made a fit about wearing his uniform. He went all the way to his room, packed his bags, but didn’t change his clothes. Ezra was still wearing the god-awful ugly and uncomfortable khaki uniform.<br/>
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“Rebel gave me my gun back, yes.” Ezra breathed, satisfied for now that he had held the tears at bay.<br/>
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His gun had been returned to him by Rebel, and instead of sliding the thing back into its holster, he tucked it between his waistband and the small of his back. He had helped Rachel remove the gun holster from her person and tossed it into the woods before Tobias had joined them in the carriage. There was no reason that someone should find it and think one of them had a firearm at their disposal.<br/>
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Ezra crouched down to peek into his own bag. He honestly had no clue what he had packed. After Wesley ripped out his heart and Hannah screamed at the both of them for ruining her marriage, Ezra could only focus enough to pick something up and put it down. He remembered grabbing a few shirts but that was it. Everything else was deemed to be a surprise and he only hoped to be impressed by himself.<br/>
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“I might have more room in my bag if you need to share.” He commented quietly as he rummaged inside his duffle. Thankfully, there were a couple pairs of jeans and one pair of shorts inside. Some socks, a few pairs of boxers, and none of his toiletries. Ezra didn’t even remember going into his little bathroom before leaving, so it absolutely didn’t shock him. Autopilot was a bitch.<br/>
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He let out an audible sigh of relief as he found his <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fruitertassen.com%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2019%2F09%2Fvintage-leather-pen-case.jpg&amp;hash=34ecb97302a6b4826206712e9f74ceae" href="https://ruitertassen.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/09/vintage-leather-pen-case.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">journal and thin, worn leather pen case</a> that belonged to their grandfather. The man hadn’t been as… spiritual as his offspring, the twins’ father. Ezra adored the man, sometimes more than his own parents. Their grandfather had kept hundreds of journals over his lifetime, documenting every important life event and the secrets and memories he held dear.<br/>
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Ezra had taken up that hobby when they were young. Now, as he was older, it was his lifeline. He didn’t talk to many people outside of his sister, so the pages were his confidential. In fact, much of his writings were about Wesley and how he felt while they were together. He had been smart enough not to identify the man by name, but enough descriptions were there that it could probably be figured out.<br/>
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He returned the journal and pen case to his bag and slowly piled the rest of his things on top. There wasn’t much here that he didn’t consider to be of some importance. They had time to further weed through their belongings. Ezra didn’t mind toting around a few extra pounds until they got their feet under them and could stomach saying goodbye to more of their things.​</div>