[Ezra will walk down to the kitchen one morning and just find Maul......sort of there, sitting at the table like it's not at all unusual to simply break into people's houses rather than knock on the front door like a normal person. Well, really, for him it is. This is what happens when having no social skills and a blood type that urges one to be sociable this month collide.
He's got a mug of tea with his clawed hands curled about it, gloves taken off and set off to the side. He looks up as Ezra walks in.]
Action; Backdated to September
He's got a mug of tea with his clawed hands curled about it, gloves taken off and set off to the side. He looks up as Ezra walks in.]
Morning.
[He says by way of greeting.]