Aboard the Jade Shadow [Tuesday, Fandom time]

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Ben was grabbing a quick snack as he waited in the galley for his father to finish docking the ship on the first human-majority planet they'd seen in months and taking the chance to catch up on more reading about the Aing-Tii Monks. As soon as they restocked their supplies and checked for physical mail (Ben hoped that Tony's package would catch up with them here), they'd be heading into Aing-Tii space, which was a challenging enough flight that Luke Kriffing Skywalker looked slightly apprehensive about it.

Ben stopped being nervous by remembering that if Jacen had been able to do it, Luke would be able to do it better.

...it had never been said that Ben could not be very petty if the occasion called for it.

[OOC: Open for calls, texts, visits from the boy who's in space with him, care packages from home full of YA gay literature...]

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"And I bought you some barrettes, just in case," Ben added, handing Ender another shirt.

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Which Ender folded absently. "As long as they're shiny."

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"Of course," Ben replied, folding a pair of sweatpants. "They'll match your navy blue sweater."

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"Ben Skywalker, fashion designer."

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"It's one of my many talents," Ben said with a laugh.

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"I can tell," Ender said, reaching over and fishing out... another black t-shirt.

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"Black is slimming," Ben proclaimed.

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"I did notice you were developing a belly."

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Sorry, Ender, but the shirt was coming back off. "Am I?"

Ben sounded horrified.

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"Easily goaded?" Ender said, mentally facepalming. "Yes."

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Ben poked his abdomen experimentally. "I'll add more situps anyway," he decided, blushing.

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Ender blinked at him, then shook his head. "It's just another 'adolescent ribbing' thing--" he started, then stopped, then mentally threw his hands up and refrained from saying something like 'you have nothing to be worried about'. "Okay."

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"It doesn't hurt to be a little over-prepared," Ben mumbled from inside his shirt again.

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"Yes," Ender said, "God forbid you ever wind up mugged by your own spare tire."

He dressed well (if minimalistically) because Jane made him it carried certain connotations for the people he met. But so far, he had yet to ever look in the mirror and give a crap about what looked back at him aesthetically.

Or worry about spare tires, for that matter.

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"That seems more like a Fandom phenomenon," Ben decided, poking his stomach again anyway. "And without ice cream, I think I'm pretty safe out here."

Vain, vain, vain.

"Not that I think the Aing-Tii will care."

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Ender snorted, fishing another shirt out of the box. It was one of his old Property-of-the-IF ones, though. "Not likely, no," he said, "We'll probably look quite odd enough to them as it is."

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"And there's a huge difference between rock-hard abs and actual rock," Ben added, pulling out a pair of (yes, black) sleep pants.

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"I can't believe you just used the phrase 'rock-hard abs', Ben," Ender said, folding up his shirt. Which looked like it was one of his old ones which was just a little too small. Sigh, Tony.

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"It shows up on infomercials at 3 in the morning a lot," he protested.

Because apparently that makes it okay.

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"For your next birthday, I'm shipping you some books," Ender decided. "Your mind has clearly been idle."

Ben did have really nice abs.

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Ben's cheeks went pink and his eyes flickered guiltily toward where he'd stashed the other book. "I have books."

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"Then you really have no excuse for the infomercials," Ender said, taking a whole pile of his clothes out of the box and tossing it on the bed.

Watch him not asking. A little obviously.

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"I can read and watch television at the same time," Ben said. "I'm an amazing multitasker that way."

Deflect, deflect, deflect...

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The deflection was noted as such. Ben got a funny look from Ender, who finally just shook his head and leaned over to start picking through his pile of clothes.

Not. Asking.

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"It's not that good a book," he mumbled finally, burying his head in the box on a futile search for boxer shorts. "I'm a little embarrassed to even have it."