Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[endsthegame]

It wasn't often that Ender chose to leave the solitude of his room or the relative silence of the roof for potentially busier waters, but he'd been trying to make a good show of seeming to be more social over the past few months. A trip to the common room was warranted.

After some consideration, he finally came down from the roof - where he'd spent some time on some fascinating research just brought in from the colonies via ansible - and took a seat in the common room, flipping channels on TV until he hit a particularly senseless reality TV show. He upped the volume to a very audible level.

It wasn't that he was actually watching (or if he was, it'd fall more into the category of observing); he was more interested in seeing if the noise would draw anyone in, or if the very nature of reality shows would keep people far, far away.

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[momslilassassin]

"Why would you be interested in my underwear?" Ben asked, laughing.

[endsthegame]

Ender shrugged his shoulders once, and failed to look sheepish. "I believe that's a common type of prank," he volunteered, "Although the paint would be my own personal touch."

[momslilassassin]

"Would it be dipping them in paint, or covering them in stencils?" Ben asked. "It's important for me to get a mental image of the wrath of Wiggin."

[endsthegame]

"A full-on dye," Ender assured him. "Maybe pink with flowers."

[momslilassassin]

"What if they're already pink with flowers?" Ben asked.

[endsthegame]

"I'll dye them blue, and put firetrucks on them," he said, "I'm not too fussed about your secret gender identity, Skywalker."

[momslilassassin]

Ben tossed another pillow at him. He was going to run out of pillows soon. "Yes," he said dryly. "I secretly long for the big boobs of last week."