Riggins (texasforever) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-08-03 16:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, anna of arendelle, ezra fitz |
Who: Ezra Fitz and Anna of Arendelle
When: Friday, July 31
Where: Ezra’s Place
What: Ezra shows off his new typewriter
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Anna spent the afternoon at the stationary store. Well, first she went to one of those big, chain office supply stores, then she went to a little, locally owned one, then she ended up at a mom and pop shop that sold overpriced stationary. And, surprise surprise!, typewriter ribbons. She brought the picture of Ezra’s new typewriter from Valarnet and showed it to the man behind the counter, then came out with two new ribbons. He said they should last through a lot of pages, though she couldn’t remember exactly how many.
Then she showed up on Ezra’s doorstep and rang the bell.
Ezra had to admit, he felt a little weird about Anna coming to his apartment. But only a little. He wasn’t doing anything wrong and they were both adults. Besides she wasn’t even technically his student. There was also the fact that they were friends, or becoming friends. They were friendly. Nothing wrong with having a new friend over.
Wearing a blue shirt with palm trees, Ezra answered the door letting Anna into his studio apartment. It was a bit crowded, with everything in one room, including his kitchen off to the side, (his bathroom had it’s own room though). His desk, however, was huge. It took up practically half a wall and contained his desktop and typewriter. “Hi,” he greeted her. “The typewriter’s over there,” he nodded in the direction of the desk. Not that she could really miss it.
Anna wasn’t really expecting… this place. But it wasn’t bad. It was just different from what she was used to. Anna had grown up in the lap of luxury, so seeing small, studio apartments (omg was that his bed over there??) was sort of new. She gave him a warm smile and returned the greeting, then stepped through the doorway.
“Ooh, look!” The grin on Anna’s face brightened as she moved across the room. “It’s here! Wow. It’s amazing, too.” She reached a hand out to tap at one of the keys, though not hard enough to make the hammer hit the paper inside. Then she dug into her purse. “I found these,” she added, holding out a small, brown paper bag to him. “As sort of a housewarming present for your typewriter.”
“You know you don’t have to bring me gifts every time you visit,” he said as he accepted the bag from her. A smile spread across his as as as as as as as as as he opened it up. “Ribbons, you shouldn’t have.” She remembered from their texting conversation, it was quite sweet of her.
He set them down on the desk pulling his desk chair out for her. “Go ahead, pretend to be an old timey reporter. I know you are dying to.”
Anna grinned brightly over at him. Then she slipped into the chair he held out for her, and brought her fingers to the keys. “If only I had a fedora. Or a cigar. Or both!” She laughed a little, then typed into the machine, carefully.
Stop. Attractive professor Fitz lures plucky reporter Arendelle to his humble abode with promises of role playing on a typewriter. Stop. While Arendelle is distracted by the typewriter, Fitz continues his nefarious plans...
“I’m not sure if all reporters wore fedoras and smoked cigars outside of the movies,” he chuckled letting her go ahead and type. Of course he read over her shoulder. He couldn’t help himself. Attractive? Interesting. “Nefarious plans, huh?”
“Of course. Why else would you lure me back here to--” Anna cut off when the phone in her pocket buzzed. She pulled it out, giving him an apologetic smile, and glanced down at the phone in her hand. “Sorry, it’s my best friend.” She said, not that he asked, her face falling a little.
Phone buzzing was never a good sign. Not in his dreams at least. Whenever Aria’s phone buzzed it usually meant a text from A. That she hid from him. It was refreshing that Anna flat out said who was texting her, though the look on her face led him to believe something was wrong. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh. Well. She wants to go karaoke.” Anna tapped her fingers quickly against the screen, shooting off a couple of text messages to Caroline with the speed and skill that only a girl who’d grown up with touch screens could. “But the thing is… Karaoke was sort of something I did with my ex-boyfriend, and it’s… well, it’s pretty soon after he left, and we’re just… I don’t know. I thought maybe there was hope that we’d get back together? But I know now that I was just being optimistic. So it’s… I really should be able to go and do fun things with my best friend, even though it feels like a… not a betrayal, exactly, but.. it hurts to think that I’ll never do those things with my ex again, and…” She realized she was babbling, but she just couldn’t seem to stop. The more she spoke, the more emotional she became. Her voice started to crack.
“He was my first love, you know? And now he’s gone. He’s really gone.” Her chest felt like it was imploding. “He’s really gone.”
Anna certainly shared a lot more than Aria did too. Why he was comparing her to a girl from his dreams that didn’t even exist here he had no idea. Anna was clearly upset. From what she was going on about, it sounded like she was going through some sort of break up. Those were not exactly ideal. Painful, from what he remembered though it had been awhile.
Ezra waited a few moments to speak. Just to be sure she was done speaking. The girl had rambled for awhile. “I’m sorry,” he finally said, albeit a tad awkwardly. “But, uh, just because he was your first love, doesn’t mean he will be your last,” he offered trying his hand at optimism.
Anna spent those few moments in silence fighting back a wave of emotion that she hadn’t expected to surface. She breathed deeply and wrung her hands. “Right. Right, I know you’re right. Thank you. It’s just--” her voice cracked again. “...can I please use your bathroom?”
“Oh. Yeah. It’s, uh, it’s right over there,” he pointed to the door, scratching the back of his head with his other hand. This evening had certainly taken an awkward turn.
Totally awkward. Anna was both feeling overwhelmed with emotion and now incredibly embarrassed at the way tonight had gone. She turned to pop into the bathroom, hoping she wouldn’t burst into tears before she had the door closed between them.
She closed the lid of the toilet once she was inside, then sat down and tried to control her breathing. After pulling some toilet paper off the roll, she wiped at her eyes. A couple of minutes went by. Finally, she came back out again, smiling sheepishly.
While Anna was in the bathroom, Ezra wasn’t exactly sure what to do with himself. He wasn’t used to having girls on the verge of tears in his apartment. Standing like an idiot where she had left him didn’t seem like the best option so he moved to the couch. She sure was taking her time in there, wasn’t she? Ezra picked up his copy of For Whom the Bell Tolls glancing over it while he waited for her (he had already read it a number of times).
When she finally emerged she looked better. Not that she didn’t look good before. Just sad. “Feeling better?” he asked closing the book and setting it down next to him.
“Yes.” Anna smiled a tiny, embarrassed smile as she came back into the one room apartment. She moved over to the sofa and stood there for a moment, wondering how smeared her eye make up was. “Sorry about that.” She didn’t sit. She stood, awkwardly. wondering if maybe she should go running off. “...my friend wants to go out tonight, so… I shouldn’t take up any more of your time.”
Ezra didn’t exactly have any other big plans for the night, but he hadn’t been expecting Anna to stay for long either. He figured an hour tops. So he wasn’t surprised when she mentioned leaving. “Right, well I hope you have fun with your friend,” he stood up to see her out, giving her another smile. “Thank you for the ribbons.”
“Oh, thank you.” Anna was a little disappointed he didn’t look… more disappointed? That she had to leave, that was. “You’re very welcome. I hope that you’ll get a lot of use out of the typewriter. I know sometimes things from the Dreams are weird.” She wasn’t sure if she’d do anything with the things she got from the Dreams, but hey, a typewriter seemed useful. Right?
She walked with him to the door. “Have a good night, Professor Fitz.”
“I’m sure I will,” he had already gotten some good use out of the typewriter. He was a little curious about if Anna had received anything herself, but that would be a story for another time. Seeing as she was on her way out. “Goodnight, Anna.”