yeah off and on my whole life. though doesnt sound like it was on the same level as you. I'm just a tech nerd and a really good shot, the Force is something else. total next level stuff.
oh really? I seriously think that's the first time I've ever heard that. the not annoying thing. glad to hear it. I mean eventually I'll turn into a total clinger and you'll get sick of me. promise. ;)
I can see why. In my galaxy, your skills would be in high demand with war profiteers.
[ You know, the sort who might forcibly "recruit" people. (like the First Order, lbr)
His eyes linger over the word 'Force,' capitalized twice now, as if it merits a degree of deference-- not unusual in his own galaxy, certainly. But here, to see it from somebody who tends not to bother with every rule of grammar and punctuation... It's meaningful.
Whether Roy understands the Force or not, he understands, at least, what it means to Kylo. ]
That sounds like a challenge. We'll see who wins. [ TEASING, IN RETURN. He's half-tempted to include a-- GASP-- emoji, but they're still too awkward for him. ]
[Oh yeah, he went there. He does hope that Kylo's right, though, that he doesn't get sick of him, that it's okay to be a clinger. It would be nice, to hang out with someone who likes his clingy tendencies instead of liking him despite them.
Then that second text comes, and for a long moment, Roy stares at it, feeling something clench in his chest. Something warm.]
He hesitates before answering that question, because he still doesn't quite know his preference. But...
It does feel strange to be called Kylo by somebody who's never really met Kylo Ren before. Since their first meeting, he's always been some shade of Ben Solo around Roy. ]
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I do. And it does. You have experience with that?
I don't think you can annoy me. You haven't yet. That puts you in a very exclusive group.
[ That's like. A Kylo Ren attempt at a flirt. ]
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yeah off and on my whole life. though doesnt sound like it was on the same level as you. I'm just a tech nerd and a really good shot, the Force is something else. total next level stuff.
oh really? I seriously think that's the first time I've ever heard that. the not annoying thing. glad to hear it.
I mean eventually I'll turn into a total clinger and you'll get sick of me. promise. ;)
[A very subtle flirt back.]
1/2
[ You know, the sort who might forcibly "recruit" people. (like the First Order, lbr)
His eyes linger over the word 'Force,' capitalized twice now, as if it merits a degree of deference-- not unusual in his own galaxy, certainly. But here, to see it from somebody who tends not to bother with every rule of grammar and punctuation... It's meaningful.
Whether Roy understands the Force or not, he understands, at least, what it means to Kylo. ]
That sounds like a challenge. We'll see who wins. [ TEASING, IN RETURN. He's half-tempted to include a-- GASP-- emoji, but they're still too awkward for him. ]
2/2
My name is Ben. By the way.
My real name, I mean.
Ben Solo.
[ Hastily, he adds, as if he needs to explain: ]
I just wanted you to know.
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[Oh yeah, he went there. He does hope that Kylo's right, though, that he doesn't get sick of him, that it's okay to be a clinger. It would be nice, to hang out with someone who likes his clingy tendencies instead of liking him despite them.
Then that second text comes, and for a long moment, Roy stares at it, feeling something clench in his chest. Something warm.]
Ben Solo huh? I like the sound of it.
would you rather be called that or kylo?
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[ INSERT WINK HERE.
He hesitates before answering that question, because he still doesn't quite know his preference. But...
It does feel strange to be called Kylo by somebody who's never really met Kylo Ren before. Since their first meeting, he's always been some shade of Ben Solo around Roy. ]
Ben, I think.
[ After a beat, he adds: ]
Except when we're working.
[ AND THEN, ANOTHER FOLLOWUP: ]
Do people really find you annoying?
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[The next text comes after a few moments.]
alright. Ben it is.
and yeah they do. most of the time