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fandomtownies2014-08-07 12:07 pm
endsthegame) wrote in fandomtownies2014-08-07 12:07 pm
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The Perk, Thursday Afternoon
They were fast approaching the stage where arrangements had to be made to get a portal back to Hijra and Valentine. Ender couldn't say he wasn't looking forward to it, though he knew Ben probably thought otherwise. He kept a balance between his responsibilities and Fandom life because it made Ben happy - but his own mind was turning ever more frequently to the Hive Queen and the necessity of moving on.
He wasn't wired for staying. Least of all when there were things to be done.
At least he could share his frustrations with Jane, but as per his agreement with her - which functioned both ways, considering her feelings about Ben - he couldn't really discuss them while hanging around the hotel room with Ben. So on Thursday, he made his way down to the Perk, where he ordered a very large coffee and a piece of cake that he picked at but didn't eat.
The small movements of his jaw muscles just under the skin, nearly unnoticable, could easily be ascribed to eating said cake. In reality, he was subvocalizing. Discussing parameters with Jane. Putting out more feelers for research, not just for the Hive Queen's sake, but about the quickly-growing human colonial project itself.
It was a fruitful discussion, but on the outside, he was simply a man brooding over his coffee and cake.
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He wasn't wired for staying. Least of all when there were things to be done.
At least he could share his frustrations with Jane, but as per his agreement with her - which functioned both ways, considering her feelings about Ben - he couldn't really discuss them while hanging around the hotel room with Ben. So on Thursday, he made his way down to the Perk, where he ordered a very large coffee and a piece of cake that he picked at but didn't eat.
The small movements of his jaw muscles just under the skin, nearly unnoticable, could easily be ascribed to eating said cake. In reality, he was subvocalizing. Discussing parameters with Jane. Putting out more feelers for research, not just for the Hive Queen's sake, but about the quickly-growing human colonial project itself.
It was a fruitful discussion, but on the outside, he was simply a man brooding over his coffee and cake.
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