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.

kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

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techiehux:

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.

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.

He tightened his crisp red bow tie and waited.

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.

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.

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.

“She’s the d-devil,” Techie says unhappily. “Leslee hates me. Says I’m w-weird and freaky! It’s true but… some things you don’t tell p-people to their face. I don’t doubt that if I mess up en-enough, she’ll have a trooper blast me between the eyes.”

kylocanyounot:

techiehux:

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

“I don’t know what it is, but my superv-visor said I have to fix it f-fast or she’ll have my head. I started like… a week ago?” He shuffles a can between his feet. “L-looks like I thought if I went without sl-sleep I’d f-finish faster.”

Techie grimaces and adds, “N-now that I think about it, didn’t I c-call you for something? I’m not sure. The m-memory’s pretty vague.”