"Ezra, what the fuck are these shoes doing here?" came Jordan's muffled voice from the inner depth of Ezra's closet.
"You know I need nice shoes to work," Ezra replied, continuing to stare up at the ceiling. He was rumpling his perfectly made bed, but it was Jordan, so neatness didn't really matter.
"What kind of job have you taken on lately?" Jordan asked, reemerging with a pair of strapped heels. They glittered in his hands like a tacky miniature pride parade.
"Those! What are those doing here!"
"That's what I just asked you." Jordan swung one by its strap, looking between it and Ezra with an expression of great contemplation and deliberation.
"I thought I'd burned them with the rest of Catherine's things."
"Sure, that's your story," said Jordan, "but don't think that'll get you out of trying them on for me."
For perhaps the millionth time since he'd met Jordan, Ezra contemplated murder.
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Re: My drabble - let me shows you it
Date: 2008-04-16 06:35 pm (UTC)"You know I need nice shoes to work," Ezra replied, continuing to stare up at the ceiling. He was rumpling his perfectly made bed, but it was Jordan, so neatness didn't really matter.
"What kind of job have you taken on lately?" Jordan asked, reemerging with a pair of strapped heels. They glittered in his hands like a tacky miniature pride parade.
"Those! What are those doing here!"
"That's what I just asked you." Jordan swung one by its strap, looking between it and Ezra with an expression of great contemplation and deliberation.
"I thought I'd burned them with the rest of Catherine's things."
"Sure, that's your story," said Jordan, "but don't think that'll get you out of trying them on for me."
For perhaps the millionth time since he'd met Jordan, Ezra contemplated murder.