The Causeway, Sunday Morning/Afternoon

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It was that time of the year again: spring break, with its travels to far away and exotic locales! Like Brazil

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[dollpocalypse]

Topher drew his wings tight around him and looked sullen. That was sort of a thing with him today, the sullenness.

Look, his shirt was uncomfortable and yesterday had been absolutely awful except for the Tony part and he just hated everything. Ugh.

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"Topher...?"

Ender approached him with care - partly because he didn't want to startle the poor kid, and partly because he didn't know if this was a one-day stint or a weekender. Ahem.

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"Hey," Topher mumbled. Guess who didn't look super enthusiastic right now either? This guy!

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"How are you doing?" Ender asked, putting his bags down near him.

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Topher thought about that for a moment.

"Bad."

Well, Ender had asked.

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"I figured," Ender said, giving him a quick once-over to ensure he... wasn't maimed. "Karla didn't take this well."

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"Figured that from the throwing things at my head," Topher mumbled. "And the throwing me. And the shower thing. And the yelling."

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"You startled her." And the understatement of the year award goes to... "Tell me what happened."

'Do you want to talk about what happened?' was too much of a yes-or-no question for Topher.

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Good choice there, Ender.

"Woke up," Topher mumbled. "And her hand was... ew, so I sort of... ran, and she, like, chased me. And I asked her to get me a phone so I could call Tony or someone--" because that made all the sense, Topher-- "and she magicked into the room and blasted the water on me and yelled and then threw me."

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Ender privately hoped this didn't mean they were right back where they started, but he didn't say so. He did, however, decide to ask Karla about her version of the story later, if simply because it might make his job of any damage control easier.

"And what did you do?" he asked.

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"Got clothes," Topher mumbled, unintentionally providing an explanation for the bulk of Karla's flail as well as his, "and left."

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Ender winced a little.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," he said.

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"Yeah," Topher muttered, looking down and picking at his sleeve. "Me too."

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"But are you feeling okay now, all things considered?"

Because that answer might be more descriptive than 'bad'.

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Topher looked at his hands. Claws. They were very sharp claws. "Don't know," he said.

[endsthegame]

Ender nodded. "Stick to your room until it passes," he said. "Given past experience, it'll probably be over tomorrow."

Beat.

"Stay clothed." And hope Warren did the same.