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A flash of red caught his eye. There weren’t that many red-heads around after all. “Hux! We need to discuss–” his vocoder voice cut off mid sentence as he finally got a decent look at the man. It wasn’t the General, but… “How…? Who are you?” he demanded. -kylocanyounot

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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.

“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?”

☎- drunk, questionable voicemail message

| techiehux

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 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.

☎- drunk, questionable voicemail message

| techiehux

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.

“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.

| techiehux

He quickly closed the door behind him and locked it, slumping against it and staring at the girl with wide, whirring eyes.

“A-are… Are you h-hungry?” Techie asked at last. His hands shook by his side despite the fact that he’d clenched them into tight fists and pressed them, hard, into his sides.

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mei-mei-doin-roleplay:

Starter for @techiehux

She was sure no-one was around. She hoped no-one was around. As far as she knew, she was alone at least for now and she wasn’t going to let the opportunity slide. Thinking more with her stomach, than her head, Naomi lowered her guard as she settled her teeth into… something. Naomi wasn’t sure what it was but it had the texture of bread with barely any taste.

‘Who cares what it is.-’ She thought between bites. ‘It’s food.’

It was much too late for William “Bill” Huxley to still be on the job, but here he was: beyond exhausted and heading to check up on the temperature control in ALL the food storage rooms on the Finalizer.

It went without saying that he really, *really* needed this job. And a raise.

He waved at some troopers who patrolled the outside corridor, only one of which acted like he existed. A plastic smile was fixed on his face by the time he entered in his technician override code to enter the consumables’ room.

And then he promptly froze as he realized he wasn’t alone.

Techie and Adeline Hux [Closed] [Part 3]

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“We can s-sleep when we’re on the ship,” he assured her, before slinging her against his chest so she could nuzzle her face against the crook of his neck. With the other hand, he checked his pocket. Did he have any credits with him?

Thankfully, he did, and used them to pay their passage back home. Now to get settled in for the ride.

☎- drunk, questionable voicemail message

| techiehux

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 DO unders-s-stand! When a bird and a b-bee feel very w-warm inside, then-” His iron grip loosened suddenly and he fell backwards onto the mattress like a rag doll. It was getting hard to keep his eyes open.

“Th-then the Ren has to… He’s g-got to- mmm.” Techie felt himself sink into the covers as if it was quicksand. His eyelids seemed to weigh more than his body and his eyes crossed.

Even a gallon of energy drinks couldn’t protect him from the eventual crash.

As he was on the brink of sleep, he held out his arms towards Ren and made grabby hands.