The Beach of Brooding Broodiness [Friday, April 29, 2022]

[momslilassassin]

Ben Skywalker, age 16 and three-quarters, had seen enough in his young life to deserve a spot on this beach. He sat in the sand and stared out at the water, ignoring the porgs as they crowded around him, demanding snacks.

He was far too serious for that.

If only his best friend would come down and talk to him...

[OOC: He's expecting one, but fans are also welcome, since they're the reason he's BACK IN HIGH SCHOOL WHAT THE HELL.]

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[momslilassassin]

Ben missed him almost immediately, even though that was ridiculous. "What needs to be fixed?" he asked.

[endsthegame]

"The logs keep coming apart," Ender said, with the sad solemnity of a fanfic writer who really didn't know anything about rafts at all.

[momslilassassin]

The real question was "could it be fixed with someone's shirt coming off."

"Something must be chewing up the ropes," Ben said, shooting the porgs a suspicious look.

[endsthegame]

"I brought some new ones," Ender said, lifting ropes that hadn't been there a moment ago. "I could use some help retying them."

[momslilassassin]

"I'm very good at tying knots," Ben said with a smile.

He learned how in a very wholesome way because he was the woobiest woobie and would never go to the sex dungeon for that sort of thing.

[endsthegame]

Ben and Ender were going to find all of this very hilarious at some point in the future.

"Great," Ender said, rising to his feet, too innocently jaded to comment. "Come on."

[momslilassassin]

"You go, I go," Ben said because they were friends and hadn't been pining at each other for years.

He bumped his arm into Ender's as they walked. You know, companionably.