Ben Skywalker (
momslilassassin) wrote2011-12-11 03:07 pm
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From Chilly Boulder to Room 204 [evening]
Ben reappeared where he'd been on the 7th: in Chilly Boulder, but without his creepy visitors.
There was a napkin on the nearby table that read "remember" and Ben was flooded with memories of this place: dates with Tahiri after invasions, milkshakes and conversations with Karla, the various staff members who knew him by name after so many years of coming into this shop...
...and Ender, which was when Ben glanced at his phone, realized that it was now Sunday, and bolted for the dorms. If the sidewalks and trees along the way back weren't exactly how he remembered them, he didn't care. He had much more important things on his mind.
"Ender?" he called, opening the door to their room.
Please exist...
There was a napkin on the nearby table that read "remember" and Ben was flooded with memories of this place: dates with Tahiri after invasions, milkshakes and conversations with Karla, the various staff members who knew him by name after so many years of coming into this shop...
...and Ender, which was when Ben glanced at his phone, realized that it was now Sunday, and bolted for the dorms. If the sidewalks and trees along the way back weren't exactly how he remembered them, he didn't care. He had much more important things on his mind.
"Ender?" he called, opening the door to their room.
Please exist...
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It was just a little ridiculous, that was all. Not Ben, not even him, but stressing out so much about this and having this happen right after the week they'd had, and with Ben right back here now.
It almost convinced him that Ben was definitely here more than any previous assurances had.
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"Don't apologize for being really good at that," he said.
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Oral sex-related spazfits aside, of course.
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Ben knew that's not what he meant.
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"How does this reality match up to that perfect memory?" he asked quietly.
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