From a distance and resisting his habit of making loud calls and flashy entrances, Mr. Bitterberry followed Ezra for part of the day on Saturday. For chunks of time, America would borrow his eyes, checking in on both bird and man.
She was reminded of the beach concert, the little spy trying to look casual with a cigarette in his mouth as Ezra and Melany talked about the cave. America had to smile at the memory, even framed as everything was, with tension and a dangerous mystery in the air.
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This is a drabble thread for them to try and figure out what's up with ezra and any possible solutions to help him ~ feel free to include any other characters your own would ICly rope into helping. This is in drabble form, so don't forget to keep your posts under a single bolded title to identify them!
shibrogane
cibarium
azuredreams
smerdle
melancholies
saedusk
iloveyoudie