Aboard the Falcon [Wednesday afternoon, Fandom time]

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The quarters were a little more cramped on the Falcon than they were on the Shadow, and the addition of two more people and a nexu cub was helping Ben feel a little caged in.

It wasn't helping that Luke hadn't called yet to let him know where to rendezvous to continue on with their mission. His father wasn't dead--Ben would have felt that--so Ben was trying to wait patiently for his comlink to go off, rather than calling and demanding to know what was going on.

After a few hours of staring at the comm and mentally demanding it to ring, Luke finally called in. The Sith had left the planet having captured most of the Nightsisters of Dathomir, but Luke had Vestara as his prisoner aboard the Shadow and was using her as collateral in his new pact with the Sith.

Ben's yelped "WHAT?!" at that news had echoed through the ship.

Luke's second bit of news--that the Sith claimed their young people were going through the same Force psychosis that had plagued the Jedi--was harder for Ben to believe, and the final piece--that Luke would prefer Ben head to Coruscant to warn the Council personally about the Sith rather than meet up with his father to head back into the Maw--was greeted with absolute silence, then a nod of acquiescence.

Ben was being left behind again. He was fine with that. Really. He curled up on his bunk after he wished Luke luck on his mission and stared at the wall.

See? Totally fine.

[OOC: For the guy with him, phone calls or emails!]

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"So you'd like to eat some?" Ben offered sweetly.

[endsthegame]

Ender snorted, pulling his arm free as well so he could give Ben a gentle shove. "I'll dunk your head in it and leave you for the mosquitoes."

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Ben wondered if it was just him or if the beds in here were a little smaller.

"And after all I've done for you," he said, reaching out to drag Ender over with him.

[endsthegame]

"Ben--" Ender protested.

And then there was toppling.

And something that wasn't so much 'flailing' as 'punching Ben in the stomach with purpose'.

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"Ow, hey!" Ben said, frowning and wriggling a bit.

Which probably wouldn't help things, huh?

[endsthegame]

Ender's eyes slid shut for a split second due to the extent of how much that didn't help. He pressed his hands to Ben's shoulders and shoved him back again.

"You really want your head down the refresher, don't you."

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"Not even a little bit," Ben said, eyes sparkling as he reached out to cuff Ender in the head.

[endsthegame]

Helpfully, Ender's hand shot up to grab his wrist. "I'm doubting that."

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Ben tangled his legs between Ender's to flip them both over since his arm seemed to be occupied.

"There's no reason to ruin a perfectly good refresher," he said, feeling weirdly out of breath.

[endsthegame]

"Stop." Ender winced, but gave Ben's arm a good yank, using it as leverage to push up and push Ben off of him. And hopefully off the bed.

It was a plan that did bank overmuch on him disentangling his legs from Ben in time, but at least no matter what, he'd wind up on top?

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Ben hit the floor with an unathletic "ooomph" and braced for Ender to land on him since he'd clamped down with his legs as he fell.

[endsthegame]

Ender fell down elbows-first - intent as he was not to have this frankly stupid little wrestling session ending in something out of a movie - keeping his top half upright.

In theory.

In practice, it sort of worked out that way, except that one of his elbows wound up striking Ben instead of the floor.

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"Stang!" Ben gasped, reaching for his eye. "You have it out for that eye, don't you, kreetle?"

[endsthegame]

Ender winced. "Not on purpose," he said. "Do you need some ice...?"

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"It's fine," Ben said, blinking carefully as he sat up. "I think I got hit worse with a Nightsister rock. Don't worry about it."

[endsthegame]

Ender sat up - and back. "So that was a pretty stupid idea," he volunteered. "These bunks are small."

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Ben smiled and nudged his shoulder into his. "We've had stupider ideas."

[endsthegame]

"Maybe, but they're not occurring to me right now," Ender said, pushing up onto his feet and turning towards the bunk for absolutely no reason at all.

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His eyebrows drew together. "What's wrong?"

[endsthegame]

"Beyond my elbow in your face?" Ender asked, letting amusement lace his words.

He pulled himself up into his own bunk.

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"Beyond that," Ben agreed, glancing up at him.

[endsthegame]

"Nothing," Ender said, flopping down on the bunk. It was... uncomfortable in a couple of ways, but he'd take it. "I'd just rather not break more of this crate."

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Ben snickered. "Trust me, there is no way that you could mess up the Falcon that hasn't already been done."

[endsthegame]

"Just because Skywalkers do it doesn't mean I should, small fry," Ender said.

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"Oh, messing with the Falcon is entirely a Solo thing," Ben said, still wondering why Ender had gotten so weird all of the sudden.