Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.
After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”
He swallowed hard, determined. Ruining this good start would suck! “Wh-what should I play? Anything?”
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.
His gaze trained on the figures he’d made. With more than a little joy, Techie pointed out his gift to Ren and said, “You put them up! I’m so h-happy!” Once he’d gotten closer to the shelf, his attention was drawn to the other personal items on display.
“I like your rock,” Techie smiled, earnest. He’d perched himself on the bed’s edge to get a closer look, and his skinny frame hardly left a dent. “Very sh-shiny!” It must mean something special, he thought to himself, and did not reach out to touch it.
Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
“Nice to m-meet you too!” Grasping her hand and standing up, he follows her to a more secluded spot and can’t help but let his eyes linger over the shape of her body. “Stop being creepy,” he chides himself. Once they sit back down, he scrambles for a topic of conversation. “D-do you want a drink?”
“No thank you,” she chimed. “Can’t have alcohol” she pointed at her scar “my heart”. She led to the back where she had been sitting. “What about you? Would you like something?” She felt stupid for saying no, embarrassed that she couldn’t drink. That was probably what he was there for. Still, her blush was obvious. “I love your eyes”
Techie grimaced. He’d been an alcoholic some time ago, and a relapse in a place like this was easier than breathing. “I… I sh-shouldn’t be drinking either,” he admitted, and thought, guilty, of the little sip of beer he’d been having before.
He was taken aback at her compliment, too. “My eyes…?” Techie fought the sudden urge to check if they were still those clunky implants in the frosted window by his left. It was so dirty that it didn’t make sense to try.
“Th-that’s when I’ll be able to sneak you out for good. Anything b-before that, and we, uh, run the risk of getting caught. You’ll have to trust me on this, okay?” He was already on edge; having Nao mistrust him too would make this unbearable. “For now, you’ll stay here. With me.”
Predictably, Techie jumped out of his skin and scrambled to cover his eyes whether Nao was dressed or not. He’d set up a pile of blankets on the floor for him to sleep on, and he (tried) to step over it carefully. He tripped over it, of course; preserving Nao’s dignity took precedence over his ability to see just then.
“There are, um, c-clothes on the desk…” he said while he picked himself up, red-cheeked and eyes screwed shut.
Techie squeaked and almost dropped it, catching it again and steadying it upon his lap. “H-Hux! I, ah, I j-just- wanted t-to try it,” he said weakly, eyebrows scrunched up together.
After a little pause, he asked, cautiously optimistic, “W-was I any g-good?”
He let out a surprised shriek of… Joy? Even Techie wasn’t sure, but he held tight to Hux as his brother hugged him warmly. Muffled, against Hux’s hair, he asked, “Wh-when we do play again?”
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.
“I will, promise.” Techie nuzzles into the crook of Ren’s neck. This feels like heaven. He’d been so anxious and restless knowing that Kylo was so close and yet seemingly untouchable. Now he was free to touch, tease, and talk to his heart’s content! He pulled away a little from Ren, all the same. It wouldn’t do to be that thirsty.
“Can I g-get a tour of your quarters?” He asked this half in jest, lips quirking up. How big could his room be, really?
“I c-can’t stand you,” Techie laughed. “You’re too good to me!” He tugged softly at Szer’s ear, not enough to hurt; just to bring him down to his level. “Come closer and I’ll tell you wh-what the drops are made of…” Techie grinned, suggestive. It had been *so* long since he’d gotten laid.
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 gave a relieved half-sob, half-laugh. “You… Just when I th-think you can’t get any better, you do.” He wipes at his eyes with his sleeve and hiccups. “Let Hux be his horrible s-self! I won’t let him ruin anything else f-for me, ever. Especially this. Us.” He runs a hand through Ren’s hair and kisses him soft.
Stress Relief [Open]
The clock chimes twice in a seedy bar on the edge of town, where an uncomfortable-looking young man sits squished between two beefy patrons at the counter. He quietly nurses a drink and keeps to himself, strange blue eyes wandering around. He’s clearly out of his element, but that doesn’t stop him from searching for a warm body to go home with.
“Nice to m-meet you too!” Grasping her hand and standing up, he follows her to a more secluded spot and can’t help but let his eyes linger over the shape of her body. “Stop being creepy,” he chides himself. Once they sit back down, he scrambles for a topic of conversation. “D-do you want a drink?”
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