“F-first order of business: I have no interesting chatter from the s-security cams to report. I did just make a pun though,” Techie laughs before taking a sip of his caf. Deep breaths, boy. You can do this.
“Next item on the, um, l-list… I… want y-you to spar with me sometimes. Teach me a little f-fighting. Please! Obviously you can tell me f-fuck off and forget about it and I’ll leave you al-lone, but I want to be stronger so I’m n-not such a burden on Hux. He’s got enough to w-worry about without having a clumsy, inc-competent brother to look after.”
And if he could spend more time with Kylo Ren… well, Techie wouldn’t complain. Not even a little bit!
He shifted his weight from side to side, anxious for a response.
“Oh,” Kylo said, clearly surprised. “I don’t think sparring with me is the best idea. I don’t hold back. You’d just end up hurt.” He stopped his caf, and immediately regretted his response. Wouldn’t it mean he would have no reason to see this lovely mess of a person?
“I could train you instead, I suppose. If you’d like.”
His face lit up. “I- I would! Thank you! And… well, y-you’re right about the sparring! You’d toss me around l-like a ragdoll,” Techie grins, not really too put off by the idea. The thought of being tossed around (in a different context) makes him excited.
“I guess n-none of this needed to be said in person, huh? Honestly, I… r-really, um, enjoy your company.” He takes a sudden gulp of the caf as if to stop himself from giving a full-on confession.
Kylo gave Techie a surprised look, and then smiled slightly. “Really? Not many people seem to think that. I am glad you do, though.” The truth was, he enjoyed this nervous little man’s company, too. He couldn’t help but look forward to the training sessions.
“When do you want to start?”
“I h-have time. Now, I mean… but, er, if not just let m-me know when you’re av-available,” Techie says, carefully controlling his urge to melt into a puddle of starstruck red-head. The caf trembles a little in his hand.
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