techiehux:

“I promise I w-will, Captain. As soon as I’m done f-fixing up this console! “You-know-who” s-smashed it again.”

Like a rocket he shoots out of his desk and opens the door for Phasma. He quickly adjusts his clothes: a nicer-than-usual blue dress shirt with a navy bowtie and long black pants.

“Hi, Phasma,” he greets her, out of breath from excitement. He welcomes her in. “You can sit h-here,” Techie says and pulls out the chair of his desk. “S-sorry it’s a little c-cramped.”