kylocanyounot:

Kylo pressed a small button on his helmet, brows furrowed at the message. He knew who, just not wide. It played quietly to him inside the helmet, and thank the stars he was wearing it. He’s was three shades of red and fairly concerned.

He stalked down to the levels of the ship where he likely lived and using the information he could conjure up in the ship’s data bank found his room.

“What was that?!” He balked, still more embarrassed than anything, but at least hidden.

As if he was repeating something distasteful, Techie rattled out all their fuctions as quickly as he could: “Th-they can do night v-v-vision, x-ray vision, project an image, uh, anywhere, and… There’s m-more I probably haven’t discovered yet.”

Techie stood up from the ground and dusted himself off, shooting Ren an apologetic smile. “Y-yeah, I can’t imagine a force-wizard would l-like what goes on in my head very much. But, um, you know,” here he blushes a little, “Having you around m-makes me feel safe, so I think my b-brain was quieter with you here.”

techiehux:

@kylocanyounot

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.

Jumping out of his seat and scrambling to answer, Techie input the unlock code and smiled big at Ren’s huge figure in his doorway. “Kylo!” he exclaimed, and glanced down at his clothes. “You look really f-fancy!” Color rose to his cheeks. Ren looked *good*.

Techie suddenly felt a little silly in his own outfit: a wrinkle-free yellow dress shirt with suspenders holding up his shorts and a red bow tie.

“I’m glad y-you’re here,” he smiled.