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fandomtownies2011-09-12 08:05 am
endsthegame) wrote in fandomtownies2011-09-12 08:05 am
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Stark Industries, Monday
Eventually, Ender had managed to drag himself back to Stark Industries for work. At least he could finally get a decent cup of coffee on the way - he might not have Ben levels of addiction, but this morning he could really use some.
He practically collapsed in his chair. At least there wasn't any fruit lying around the shop that he could see, and he had a feeling that not a lot of people would be crawling out of their rooms and houses to come get stuff repaired today. He did wonder if Ben would wind up hiding in 204 for the rest of the day, and then wondered if 204 was even where Ben had wound up, and then told himself to stop thinking about what Ben might be doing.
Coffee, instead. Lots of coffee. And his work.
"I know what you did last weekend," Jane said, when he opened up his laptop.
"I don't even want to talk about it."
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He practically collapsed in his chair. At least there wasn't any fruit lying around the shop that he could see, and he had a feeling that not a lot of people would be crawling out of their rooms and houses to come get stuff repaired today. He did wonder if Ben would wind up hiding in 204 for the rest of the day, and then wondered if 204 was even where Ben had wound up, and then told himself to stop thinking about what Ben might be doing.
Coffee, instead. Lots of coffee. And his work.
"I know what you did last weekend," Jane said, when he opened up his laptop.
"I don't even want to talk about it."
[[ open! ]]