A blush crept up his neck starting from the spot where she’d kissed him. “Are you c-crazy? I ask myself that about *you*!” He wrapped an arm over her shoulders and pressed his nose into the crown of her head, nuzzling the soft strands of hair.
He shivered in her arms but he answered earnestly, “I want to *try*, because it’s y-you…” It took him a few minutes to relax his tense muscles and dispel ugly old whisps of memories, but once he did he felt secure in Sarah’s arms.
Once he gave the all-clear and gestured for Nao to follow along, he took off his Technician’s vest and gave it to her. “If anybody asks, y-your uniform got soaked and you’re borrowing p-part of mine,” he whispers nervously as they walk down the corridor, steps echoing.
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.
Techie thought for a moment, then a slow smile bloomed on his lips. “I have an id-idea. Will y-you come by my room in th-three days?” He seemed proud of himself but a little unsure, too.
Kylo’s brows came together, confused, but as far as he knew he would have no other obligations in three days.
“I suppose I could. Is something happening then?”
No one asked Kylo to come visit. It wasn’t something people wanted.
“Yep,” Techie chirps, eyes bright. “W-wear something extra nice, al-alright?” He gives Ren a little pat on the arm. “I h-have to get back to work. I’ll see you then?” His smile is especially vibrant.
“Shouldn’t you get some sleep?” But the man knew more than he did about what he could and couldn’t handle sleep wise.
“Three days then.” Did he even have anything nice? Why did he want him to dress up? But Kylo was curious.
“I’ll sleep when I’m d-dead,” he smiled. Silently, Techie added, “Which won’t be anytime soon, if I have anything to say about it.
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Techie waited anxiously in his quarters for Ren. He’d triple-checked his handy list and found nothing was missing, there weren’t any especially dangerous fire hazards, and everything was in place. Perfect.
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.
Techie raised an eyebrow and huffed out a laugh. “I think we’re the s-same,” he smiles, “Since you’re always going around with those big b-bags under your eyes.” Nobody but Techie could see them from under the helmet, but he’d accidentally admitted to Ren that he’d used his selective x-ray vision on him.
It was useful, of course, but had some… inappropriate uses as well.
I’ve been on vacation since Friday but I forgot to let anyone know so my RP partners don’t think I’m ignoring them! I’ll be back around Monday or so. Thanks for your patience 👍
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