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[hadyougoing]

When Ava Genevieve Wilson met Benjamin Franklin Gates, it was agreed over the course of diplomatic brownies that really, there was no reason they shouldn't join forces to secretly train Ava in Call of Duty so that she could one day wipe the floor with Riley

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Ben eyes her seriously over his brown bottle of root beer (Riley has accused him of drinking it because it is labeled, quite proudly, Since 1870; Riley might not be wrong) for a long moment, before he says: “Ava, there is one thing you must know; the greater your quantity of resources, the more likely you are to succeed.”

Pause.

“Also they didn’t think the design through enough.”

[hadyougoing]

"This sucks," Ava grumbles, glancing to him for a split second before her gaze anchors back on the screen. She imagines, given the annoying way the screen is seesawing, that the other members of her little platoon must be watching her army dude and making drunky drunk gestures behind her back.

Orrrr they would be, if she and Ben weren't in one-on-one mode for basically the sole purpose of giving Ava a chance to get used to trying to run around with these stupid arbitrary buttons.

"... I feel like right now, my quantity of resources is just making me want to tear out all my hair."