“C-Cower and cry, probably.” Techie smiles apologetically. Those were always his first instincts. He puffs out his chest a little, to make himself seem bigger and tougher than he actually is. “Let’s try it, th-though. Punch me!”
He hopes Kylo will be gentle and slow… Techie’s reflexes are rusty. It’s been a while since he had to dodge a fist.
Kylo offered Techie a warm, encouraging smile and shook his head. “I am not going to punch you before you know how to best react,” he laughed. “Running away would work, I think, but I don’t recommend cowering and crying. If someone wants to hurt you, it will simply make it easier for them.” He stretched and walked up to Techie.
“Maybe you can try to punch me? I assure you I will block it, and you may see how that looks.”
“Okay.” Don’t screw this up, Me. Techie nods, determined. Once, twice; his fists tense and relax at his sides before the left one shoots forward to hit Kylo’s stomach. The angle is a little off, perhaps too curved. It’s too late to fix it.
Kylo smiled as he saw it, blocked the hit and grabbed the arm, pulling Techie closer and placing his own palm on his stomach.
“This is where I would punch you,” he explained, quite close to that lovely pale face. “Did you catch what I did? Or do you want me to show you step by step?”
“I think I’ve g-got it, but a demo wouldn’t hurt…”
There was one good thing about his eyes: they could follow movements -even quick ones- like nobody’s business. He’d seen Kylo’s block coming. The problem was getting himself to react fast enough to evade.
“Sure,” he said and moved away. He took Techie’s hand and slowly repeated his moves.
“See? Just like this, just much faster. Do you want to practice? Slowly?”
Techie nodded. “Sounds good.” He returned to his earlier position, fists up and expectant. Every time Kylo touched him, his chest felt tight and full of heat. A man could get addicted.
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