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Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.

He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.

“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.

“I DO unders-s-stand! When a bird and a b-bee feel very w-warm inside, then-” His iron grip loosened suddenly and he fell backwards onto the mattress like a rag doll. It was getting hard to keep his eyes open.

“Th-then the Ren has to… He’s g-got to- mmm.” Techie felt himself sink into the covers as if it was quicksand. His eyelids seemed to weigh more than his body and his eyes crossed.

Even a gallon of energy drinks couldn’t protect him from the eventual crash.

As he was on the brink of sleep, he held out his arms towards Ren and made grabby hands.