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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.

Techie raised an eyebrow and huffed out a laugh. “I think we’re the s-same,” he smiles, “Since you’re always going around with those big b-bags under your eyes.” Nobody but Techie could see them from under the helmet, but he’d accidentally admitted to Ren that he’d used his selective x-ray vision on him.

It was useful, of course, but had some… inappropriate uses as well.