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.
His gaze trained on the figures he’d made. With more than a little joy, Techie pointed out his gift to Ren and said, “You put them up! I’m so h-happy!” Once he’d gotten closer to the shelf, his attention was drawn to the other personal items on display.
“I like your rock,” Techie smiled, earnest. He’d perched himself on the bed’s edge to get a closer look, and his skinny frame hardly left a dent. “Very sh-shiny!” It must mean something special, he thought to himself, and did not reach out to touch it.
TechieHux 