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[killthepast]

[ Two network posts within a month of each other? From Kylo Ren? Must be a special occasion!

Anyway, Riverview's resident space goth is making a post today for business reasons, not tantrum reasons, even if he obviously appears troubled. But like, it's Kylo. He always seems at least a little conflicted, troubled, and/or angry. ]

I'm looking for new members to join the Prometheus Salvaging Team. [ He says that with some reluctance. THE TRUTH IS: he's got to fill in some gaps, particularly because he still can't actually go into the field again until he gets his medical clearance.

Thanks SOOOOO MUCH FOR SHOOTING HIM, John Sheppard! ]

The work will take you outside the wall on behalf of Prometheus Labs. You must have adequate combat and survival skills-- which you'll be tested on-- and the ability to follow directions. If you're interested, send me a message.

[ He starts to scowl a little, and adds: ] Serious inquiries only.

[ REBEL SCUM NEED NOT APPLY. ]

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[killthepast]

[ Sitting here with kittens napping on top of him, while Hux is just outside the office, in his workshop, is even more off-putting than sitting with kittens in total solitude. Especially as he can sense some... longing coming from the other man, for some other fellow, with blue eyes and an easy smile--

No. He really doesn't want to know. This is all awkward enough without getting the distinct impression of the person General Hux CLEARLY FANCIES.

At least that is enough incentive to lift the kittens' tiny bodies from his lap, and place them on the bed. Great, now his trousers are speckled with fur. (That's what happens when your entire wardrobe is BLACK.) And they're mewing at him. And-- okay. He'll just quickly pat them, dust his pants off, and stride out of the office.

He casts a quick look at Hux, and the datapads, and says, voice somewhat stilted with discomfort: ] I... would like to hear about your projects sometime.

[ His interest, on that end, is genuine, at least. But then, as he makes his way to the exit, he can't help but throw out one parting barb, because, well. It's Kylo, and the longer he plays nice with Hux, the more foolish he feels. ] By the way. You pine too loudly.

[fhux]

[ It's jilting how quickly Hux can go from planning a comment about which date Ren would prefer to come over to wishing he was dead, what a telepathic horror. No. Actually, no, he says with a simmering, quiet decisiveness. ]

I'm not building anything for you. I won't, not again.

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[ WHAT. He whirls around to face Hux. ]

I didn't pry, if that's what you're thinking!

[ You're just LOUD. With your gross feelings. ]

[fhux]

Maybe you should go back to school when it comes to casually ransacking your way through other people's minds!

[ Shit, his throat is really aching. He needs a glass of water but rage is keeping him locked where he sits, glaring over the blue glow of schematics. ]

It's not acceptable, Ren.

[ Not when it comes to Hux, anyway. ]

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I didn't have to ransack; it was coming off you in waves!

[ An exaggeration on his part, sure, but he resents the accusation that he's just tromping around in Hux's thick skull. ]

Believe me, I don't want to know who you're infatuated with.

[fhux]

How dare you! As if I would ever -! You're absurd!

[ Startled to hear the truth out loud, especially from Ren's callous tongue weaving hateful words, he stands up abruptly. With more heat than he likes to imagine he uses, he turns his back on Ren and storms back toward the office. ]

I've had enough of you, just get out!

[killthepast]

FINE!

[ You best believe he slams the door on his way out. ]