Stark Industries, Monday

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Ender opened up the store quick and early that morning, his laptop folded under his arm. He sat down at the desk and put it down, frowning as it seemed to have reached almost acordian-like proportions.

Brushing it off as yet another spat of madness by the island (beyond the part of him that catalogued it as he always did), Ender unfolded his laptop and got to work.

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[endsthegame]

"Every man, given his time, longs for the jungle."

[momslilassassin]

Ben snorted. "Thank you, Master Obi-Wan. Maybe next time we'll go to Yavin and see if you still long for the jungle."

[endsthegame]

Ender grinned. "I think I'll stick to temperate weather and spacepods," he returned. "We should get Karla out for a shuttle ride, one of these days."

[momslilassassin]

"Definitely," Ben agreed. "So...Yavin has too many plants?" he teased.

[endsthegame]

"Too many plants," Ender agreed, "And too many Jedi. I'll mention it to her."

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"Oh, we're done with Yavin," he said easily. "Too many people knew where to find us there." He raised an eyebrow. "Spending a lot of time with Karla, then?"

[endsthegame]

Ender shot him an amused look. "We both have roles in the same play."

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"I knew that," Ben said.

He hadn't. "How's the play going?"

[endsthegame]

"It's going," Ender said, lightly. "It's a play. I don't really have enough experience to judge right now." He wasn't going to ask Ben if he wanted to show up.

[momslilassassin]

"What's your character like?" Ben asked.

[endsthegame]

"The angry one who loves his country," Ender said, deliberately making it into an archetype, "And tries to set things right, no matter what."

Ben could elaborate from there.

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Ben's eyes sparkled. "So...nothing from your life to draw on at all."

[endsthegame]

"I've had to make some things up wholecloth," Ender agreed, "It's not always the most subtle of plays, but I'm not the best of actors."

On that stage, maybe.

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Ben's eyebrow quirked up. "I don't know about that."

[endsthegame]

"Is there a budding theatre critic in you, Skywalker?" Ender asked, deflecting.

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"Excellent deflection, Wiggin," Ben replied with a small smile. "And no."

[endsthegame]

"You're getting more perceptive," Ender returned, freely.

And deflecting, yes.

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"I'm working on it, yeah," Ben said. "You're not giving yourself enough credit for how good you are at pretending, though."

[endsthegame]

"It's my first acting job," Ender said, shrugging lightly. "I think not giving myself credit is part of the territory."

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"That's what other people are for," Ben decided. "When's the play ready for other people to see it?"

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"In a couple of weeks," Ender replied, glancing at him. "Planning on pursuing that theatre critic career?"

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"I can't just want to watch my friends?" Ben replied.