“I promise I w-will, Captain. As soon as I’m done f-fixing up this console! “You-know-who” s-smashed it again.”
“I d-didn’t,” Techie admits, apologetic. “But if you’ll l-let me I, uh, I w-want to learn everyth-thing about you, Phasma.”
His face couldn’t get any redder if he tried.
“I could start off with life before the First Order,” she said, admiring the roses and blushing ever so slightly.
“Whatev- ever you want to t-tell me,” Techie smiles and brings her the vase to place the flowers on the desk. He sits on the edge of his bed, cross-legged, and waits for her to continue, enraptured.
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