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 digs his fingernails into the nasal edges of his eyes and pulls them out slightly, wiggling his fingers to press at a spot behind the eyeball. They release from their place and dangle out of the socket, connected only to the ocular nerve. The extra-ocular muscles twitch and bleed from the sudden separation.
Techie’s tension spikes despite the wave of calm, but he answers Ren as coherently as he can manage, “Hux th-thinks I’m a f-freak. Wh-which I am, s-so I don’t really h-hold it against him.”
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