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fandomtownies2012-04-16 11:50 am
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Stark Industries, Monday
There was a good portion of the population of the island who wouldn't be pleased with the current changes, and Ender couldn't blame them. Many of them had come here looking for a respite, a place to be themselves - or had let Fandom become that for them. He could only hope the school board knew what it was doing, and this farce would soon be over.
As for Ender, though, he'd spent his formative years in the military. A new uniform was nothing, ugly as it may have been. If anything, it was downright familiar to have a specific thing to put on every morning again, and at least it fit.
Though he had had to be reminded about the socks.
So he came in to work with little more to think about than his usual chores, and Ben's frame of mind after they'd found out about Tahiri. He opened up the store, brought up a few projects from the back to work programming on, and generally settled in for a slow day.
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As for Ender, though, he'd spent his formative years in the military. A new uniform was nothing, ugly as it may have been. If anything, it was downright familiar to have a specific thing to put on every morning again, and at least it fit.
Though he had had to be reminded about the socks.
So he came in to work with little more to think about than his usual chores, and Ben's frame of mind after they'd found out about Tahiri. He opened up the store, brought up a few projects from the back to work programming on, and generally settled in for a slow day.
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"Greetings fellow student," he said with a little grin.
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He reached down to tug on his sock again.
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Even he was allowed to be a little ridiculous every now and again.
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Because that wouldn't look stupid at all!
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"And here I was just going to say, 'They'll probably make you sing Yankee Doodle next'," he said.
That was terrible, Ender.
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His poor uniform.
"Oh for the love of god--"
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The steel-trap mind of Ben Skywalker, folks.
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His hand shot up towards his mouth.
The muffled sound that followed sounded an awful lot like a laugh.
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He had a horrible brain.
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They felt weird.
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Because that was the part to argue about, Ben.
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