Room 424 [afternoon]

[momslilassassin]

Ben had stared at the forensic data of his mother's murder scene until he could see it when he closed his eyes. This, as might be imagined, hadn't led to a lot of sleep the last few days

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[weetuskenraider]

"Hey, you," Tahiri said, poking her head through the doorway. "I was thinking of heading into town for something to eat. Did you want to -- you're doing the tinkering thing again."

[momslilassassin]

Ben looked up and smiled. His Force-sense was tightly locked down. "I like keeping my hands busy," he said. "What kind of food?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Don't know. Something that isn't cookies. Maybe something with noodles." He earned an odd look from her for being pretty much unreadable; Anakin had never been able to completely shut his feelings off from her, and the fact that Ben could was both frustrating and a relief, somehow. "Better your hands than your mind?"

[momslilassassin]

He gave her a sheepish look. "My mind's running in thirty directions at once. I was trying to give it focus."

[endsthegame]

"I talked to someone yesterday. I think you might be a bad influence," Ender commented, leaning against the door.

[momslilassassin]

Ben snorted. "Force forbid," he said. "What did you talk about?"

[endsthegame]

"Secret plans to turn you into a red-headed butt monkey," Ender said, and glanced at his project. "Is that the droid?"

[momslilassassin]

Ben nodded. Right now, it looked more like a collection of pieces than anything remotely droid-like. "I'm not in the right headspace to work on the lightsaber," he said. "This is complicated. I like complicated."