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“Yes! I r-really, um, I m-mean… yes, I d-do,” Techie blushes. He’s turning so red someone might mistake him for one of those old-timey Earth fire extinguishers. “And I p-plan to,” he adds shyly, but looks up from the ground and fixes his gaze on his brother, brows furrowed. “But don’t y-you like her too?”
That bothers him more than anything. He knows Hux doesn’t have many good things in his life. Can Techie really go off to his own “happily ever after” with the girl of his brother’s dreams? SHOULD he?
“Oh, I have much more important things to attend to, like running the First Order,” he said. “Maybe I’ll catch the garter at your wedding.”
Whatever Techie had been about to say came out of his mouth as a useless gust of air.
“G-GAR-GARTER. WHA. I, UH,” he tried to recover his coherency but all he could see was Phasma’s muscular leg peeking out of a wedding dress with that frilly scrap of lace over her knee.
His mouth went totally dry. They had just started seeing each other and now Hux was talking about a wedding?
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