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Ben Skywalker ([personal profile] momslilassassin) wrote2012-03-31 11:15 am
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Room 204 [morning]

Prom had been fun and the evening after prom had been even more fun (Ben liked Ender in uniform, so sue him), but being fairly bright Fandom students who had been at the school for four years, both guys had remembered to put some clothing back on before falling asleep just in case.

Ben was curled into Ender now, sleeping in for once (so...past sun-up) and enjoying a weekend where he had nothing planned.

[OOC: You know the drill by now, folks! For the boy, then the visitor.]
endsthegame: (being attentive)

[personal profile] endsthegame 2012-04-04 02:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, if you put it like that," Ender said dryly, but ponied up the bag and its delicious contents. "You two can fight it out."
endsthegame: (being attentive)

[personal profile] endsthegame 2012-04-04 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"No, but I liberated mine from the bag in time," Ender said, holding up a baguette. "Save some scraps for me if you can."

[identity profile] bend-in-time.livejournal.com 2012-04-04 02:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Val fished around the bag until she found a promising-looking pastry, and dug in. Strange portals made one hungry.
endsthegame: (being attentive)

[personal profile] endsthegame 2012-04-04 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Of all the things to inherit..." Ender said.
endsthegame: (in the background)

[personal profile] endsthegame 2012-04-04 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"Small favors," Ender said, smiling briefly.
endsthegame: (comic: gotcha!)

[personal profile] endsthegame 2012-04-04 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Remember which one of us you're going to be sharing a bed with," Ender said, poking him in the side.
endsthegame: (being attentive)

[personal profile] endsthegame 2012-04-04 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"That was what I was trying to imply, yes," Ender said, poking him again.

[identity profile] bend-in-time.livejournal.com 2012-04-04 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Val rolled her eyes. "If you make him sleep on the floor over my hair, we'll never hear the end of it," she said.

Then wrapped her arm around Ben's waist and dropped her head against his shoulder. So she had to keep reassuring herself that this time these incarnations of her parents actually wanted her around; there wasn't a crime in that as long as she didn't admit to it.
endsthegame: (a little maudlin)

[personal profile] endsthegame 2012-04-04 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe not," Ender said, "But he might learn his lesson."

But he relaxed into Ben.
endsthegame: (half-smile)

[personal profile] endsthegame 2012-04-05 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
"And now you've uncovered my dastardly plot," Ender said with a little smile.

He still felt somewhat alien in this-- but for the first time, he also caught himself craving the... family of it. It felt mostly like he was grasping at bits of it he couldn't quite get.

Ben seemed to have figured out what the key was, though. Ender wondered what it meant that he was almost inclined to let him take the lead on it.
Edited 2012-04-05 06:32 (UTC)
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[personal profile] endsthegame 2012-04-05 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Ender let out a laugh that was more a breath than anything else. Laughing at himself, perhaps.

He reached out along Ben's back and touched Val's arm, and got a small smile from her, too. These poor two folks - stuck with him for years upon years.

"We should put on a movie when we're done eating," he said. He could only take so much of it until the weird blend of alienation and longing shoved his heart up his throat.

[identity profile] bend-in-time.livejournal.com 2012-04-05 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Val gave that a theatrical shiver. "I have heard of these car movies," she said. "And I fled in terror."
endsthegame: (giving you a look)

[personal profile] endsthegame 2012-04-05 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)
"I can grab something by Shakespeare," Ender noted. "Though I do have a few other films lying around, too."

Generally literature-based and philosophical ones.

His eyes flickered shut briefly and he gave Ben a squeeze at the by-now familiar burst of not-his-emotions. There was that, at least.