Room 204 [morning]

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There are fewer things more awkward than waking up as a pony in a twin bed.

Sharing that twin bed with another pony was one of those things.

"Um, Ender?"

[OOC: for the boyfriend ponyfriend.]

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Ender's response was a loud, scrambling noise that ended in an even louder thump.

And a pair of pony eyes staring up at Ben in confusion from within a pair of wings.

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"You have wings," Ben stammered. "How come I didn't get wings?"

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"I'm fine, thank you for asking," Ender muttered.

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"Oh," Ben mumbled, dropping his head so his mane swung into his eyes, "sorry about that. You sure you're okay?"

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Ender got gingerly up onto his feet - it took him a moment to figure out how all the limbs worked.

Grey limbs. Grey body. Orange stars on his flank.

"...You have a horn."

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"I do," Ben said, trying futilely to look up and see it. "Weird."

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"You're telling me."

Ender's wings extended all the way out without his permission. In his attempts to pull them back in, they fluttered all over the place.

Sorry about the breeze, Ben.

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At least it made his mane flutter out of his eyes for a second?

"It's been a while since we've had something insane happen," Ben noted with a sigh.

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"I can't say I was counting the days until it came back to us," Ender sighed. "We're going to have to figure out different sleeping arrangements, if it lasts until tonight."

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It took Ben two attempts to get out of the bed himself and while he wasn't quite as painful looking as Ender's exit, it wasn't graceful either. "How do real ponies sleep?"

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"...I think they stand upright," Ender said. "I'm not really an expert."

He took a step back to give Ben some space.

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Ben clopped on over and let out a little sigh. "You're still bigger than me."

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"I think you're just going to have to get used to that," Ender said, shooting him a wry look. Then nudging at Ben's shoulder with his... well, his face.

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"That feels good," Ben said, sounding surprised.

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Ender let go of a distinctly equine snort. "No hands," he said.

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"I'd noticed that," Ben said, bumping into Ender's flank. "Trained investigator and all."

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Ender spread one wing carefully out over Ben. "Ah, I'd forgotten about that," he said, "What with the complaining and all.

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Ben laughed. "Those tickle," he said. "Do they work?"

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"I just woke up," Ender replied. "I think we'll have to figure out the door handle before I try wings."

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Ben frowned. "Wonder if the Force will still work for me."

The sudden image of him trying to fight with a lightsaber propped in his mouth flitted through his mind and he chuckled. "Hopefully nothing invades before this wears off..."

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"Stampeding horses have claimed a lot of lives over the years," Ender noted. "And that horn of yours looks sharp."

Thank you, Ender.

"But let's not bet on that."

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"I'm not going to figure out how sharp my horn is," Ben replied, tossing his mane. "Let's see if I can get the door open."

He closed his eyes and concentrated...and his horn started glowing.

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"...The horn and the Force might be interconnected," Ender observed.

He was also trying to come up with ways to open doors himself; he was hardly going to follow Ben around the premises all day.

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The door clicked open and Ben looked pleased. "Now to figure out if we can go down stairs."

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"In a minute," Ender said, trotting over to the door. "I need to take a whack at this."