He paled and raised the sandwich to his mouth, taking a slow bite and then spreading his arms out placatingly. “I w-won’t die,” he promised, but shook as if he was scared he would. “I might die thanks t-to you, b-but not from the sandwich.”
Once again, Techie holds it out to her.
“Th-thank you,” Techie said wearily, and then added, “Let General Hux know that his technician has returned.” He stands up from his seat, stretches, and ushers Addie out.
Phasma thinks that it makes Techie look even more adorable then he already is, and for the next date she takes him out to brunch, so they get to enjoy orange juice with curly straws together
“D-don’t… Please, don’t eat that! They take inventory n-nightly. If anything is missing…” he followed up his warning with an audible gulp. Techie moved away from the door and took a little baggie out of his toolbelt compartment.
He held it out to her, still some distance away, as if she were a wild animal readying to bite his arm off. “Eat th-this. It’s my lunch.” And, true to his word, there was a non-threatening sandwich inside the little bag.
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.
“Isn’t… Isn’t the L-Light usually a good thing? In n-nature terms, I mean. It’s beautiful, and it k-keeps us warm.” Techie spoke slowly, watching out the window at all the marvelous expanse of space.
“But the D-Dark, is, it’s-” Here he turns his eyes towards Ren once more and smiles. “It’s wonderful t-too! It frames the stars out th-there, and can help us feel safe and w-warm while we sleep.”
He grasps Ren’s upper arms and says, like a man on the verge of a breathrough, “So c-couldn’t the Dark and the Light both be good? To work together?”
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 slept peacefully with Ren’s comforting, secure warmth by his side. Fourteen hours of heavenly sleep later, he awoke with a startled gasp from a strange dream, and looked wildly about the room.
“N-not really,” he answered Adeline, as mildly as he could. He looked around, still disoriented from sleeping. “Did the sh-ship stop?”
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.
“No,” Techie mumbled into his chest, snuggling. “N-no sleep. I need… Finish… Mmm.” Seconds away from dozing off, he sluggishly pressed a kiss to the edge of Ren’s mouth.
And then he started to snore. LOUD.
“Good luck t-taking on the world,” he smiled, and gave her a little wave. “I love y-you, too!”
Now he was going to have to do something to occupy his time until anyone else visited him. Mandated bedrest is obnoxious, Techie thinks. He knows he’s well enough to go back to work.
Even as he rides his love-high, Techie misses Matt like crazy. His last visit was a long time ago. Were they really just going to… drift apart?
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