[ He's just gotten another transmission from his father.
'I think we've made some headway here, kid. Get ready to move.'
And he's rolling his eyes, lifting the comm to his mouth to give a short: ]
Yeah? We've only been here all day--
[ It earns him a laughing scoff and a:
'I don't know where you got that mouth--'
And he's bracing himself for some comparison to his mother (something his father was just. Obnoxiously fond of doing) when he's stepped headlong into a girl. Like. Really a girl. She's barely up to his shoulders. ]
Sorry.
[ It's mumbled and-- he should be more used to bumping into people now, given how tightly compacted he'd been with his father's crew. But it's still odd. People on Chandrila and even at Luke's temple tended to give him a wide breadth because of his name and his family.
So in of itself, he's disoriented by the jostle.
But then, he sees something. ]
[ A flash of lightsabers clashing, hands touching, and--
'You're not alone.'
'Neither are you.' ]
[ It's over before he can fully comprehend what he's seeing, and it's as though his breath has been stolen and his face stings and-- why did it feel as though he were freezing cold? Like frost was biting at his lips when he's in the middle of Jakku?
His eyes lift and he turns to find the girl that ran into him. ]
A Saga called: Are we ready to make up some fucking star wars force lore bullshit?
'I think we've made some headway here, kid. Get ready to move.'
And he's rolling his eyes, lifting the comm to his mouth to give a short: ]
Yeah? We've only been here all day--
[ It earns him a laughing scoff and a:
'I don't know where you got that mouth--'
And he's bracing himself for some comparison to his mother (something his father was just. Obnoxiously fond of doing) when he's stepped headlong into a girl. Like. Really a girl. She's barely up to his shoulders. ]
Sorry.
[ It's mumbled and-- he should be more used to bumping into people now, given how tightly compacted he'd been with his father's crew. But it's still odd. People on Chandrila and even at Luke's temple tended to give him a wide breadth because of his name and his family.
So in of itself, he's disoriented by the jostle.
But then, he sees something. ]
[ A flash of lightsabers clashing, hands touching, and--
'You're not alone.'
'Neither are you.' ]
[ It's over before he can fully comprehend what he's seeing, and it's as though his breath has been stolen and his face stings and-- why did it feel as though he were freezing cold? Like frost was biting at his lips when he's in the middle of Jakku?
His eyes lift and he turns to find the girl that ran into him. ]