Techie froze and felt ice run through his veins. Why is Kylo Ren, of all people, talking to him?! The blood is pulsing so hard in his ears that he doesn’t even know what the man is saying, and can only stare blankly at him.
“Um, ah,” he says, very intelligently.
And then bolts for the nearest exit.
“Do you know anybody else n-named Kylo? And you d-do deserve this,” Techie said with confidence. He took Ren’s large hand gently and led him towards the back of the room.
“Hold out your hands and c-cl-close your eyes,” he coaxed, taking a tiny box from behind the cake and placing it into his hands. “Open it!”
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