techiehux:
Techie jumps up from the counter, horrified, and tries to duck into the crowd. This can’t be happening! All he can think is a stream of “holy shit holy shit holyshitholySHIT!”
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It isn’t difficult to track that bright little spot of red hair, weaving through the crowd in a desperate panic.
With an irritated sigh, as if unable to fully grasp the fact that he could ever be put in such an absurd situation, Hux stalks after his brother with confident strides, the crowd, parting before him in a subconscious deferment to his natural aura of authority.
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Not another step!
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he commands, his voice booming through the room, sharp and piercing despite the din of the crowd and the wild music.
With a yelp, Techie crouches down on the floor and covers his head with his arms protectively, an instinct tightly held. He shakes as Hux approaches. “H-Hux… I’m sorry! I’m s-so s-sorry!”
In Techie’s mind, the best course of action is always to apologize profusely and hope the beating won’t be too bad. Whether there will be a beating or not this time is irrelevant. He’ll still cry and apologize (mostly out of habit).
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