“ hey! where’re you goin’, buddy?” the exclamation is directed at a certain orange and white bb-8 unit, skittering away from poe with a frenzy the pilot is accustomed to seeing in reverse ( the chattering droid rolling as fast as gyroscopes would allow in his direction ). dark gaze shifts from machine to human as the unit skids to a stop, poe finally moving to stand from where he’d been kneeling to give pursuit. it’s a familiar face that greets him; familiar in the same sense as a system is familiar because one spent hours examining the halo map; familiar as in recognizable, but not yet comforting. “ it seems he’s quite found of you, rey. ” it’s a simple statement, given without jealously stained thick over it; an amused sort of smile curling easily across olive features.
@afraidtcleave ( x )
