#cneofakind

[inchoatc]

        gaze flicks back and forth a few times,   uncertain.       no, not quite uncertain because finn is absolutely sure about what he wants and is intent on at least asking.                more like he doesn’t know the words to bring thoughts to voice.               this is probably the hardest part of freedom ::     the choices,    the AMBIGUITY.         for all that the first order was HELL                     was dehumanizing and toxic and WRONG                      things were easier there. there were no choices. there was no ambiguity. your words were NOT your own ;;         therefore they could not be wrong.      parrot the propaganda spewed into their minds since inception and all was well.               but here he has learned the power of words,               the ability to traverse the GALAXY and take down empires with just the right words.                                  teeth press down into lower lip, worrying the flesh.  a breath. another. 

       ❛       teach me how to speak droid.       ❜        a wince follows quickly after, only just realizing how callous that may have seemed                          an order rather than a request.         another breath         a pause          an exhale.        ❛       I mean...        will you teach me how to speak droid ??   please....       ❜

@cneofakind​ because wowowow I need all the bb-8 interactions in my life plz and ty

[exitiumparit]

“i gotta get my droid before the first order does.”

                                                                                                 “what, a droid?”

                         “that’s right. he’s a bb unit, orange and white. one of a kind.”

[imthxpilot]

@cneofakind

“hey there little droid be careful! that was my foot you just rolled over!” 

[alderastars]

[ @cneofakind ] ;; [ LIKED ]

           “ ------- STARS, you scared me.” Even with the way she felt the shiver in her spine, the woman didn’t totally EXPECT the little droid. Still, sunshine played on her lips, a familiar glint in her eyes. “Looking for something?”

[arashikagesteeldoesnotbreak]

greeter for @cneofakind

“You shouldn’t be here, little droid,” he begins, kneeling beside the BB unit, though only after glancing at their surroundings to see that they wouldn’t be too plainly observed.

“And if your friend Poe is here with you, then you are both in the wrong place. The First Order has started patrols here and neither of you are what I would call subtle.”

[rileymcdaniels]

i’m not gonna tell you how to do it, because if i do, you’ll do it.

“I’m hurt and offended by this slander and these lies.”

Except BB-8 is absolutely correct and knows her too well and can no longer serve as an enabler for Riley’s bad ideas.

[partiallystcrs]

❝ i rode up in the elevator with that guy and something growled in that box. ❞ (for k2so)

                                                  ❛     …     ❜

                                        well it isn’t that they don’t believe them , it’s just that a growling box can mean a many number of possibilities. spies , a savage animal , intruders , someone attacking with a savage animal …  maybe someone on base’s pet ?  give them a moment , they’re actually calculating the probability of the final option.     it’s unnervingly high.  if they could sigh , they would.  legs activate , they’re on the move.     try to keep up , bb-8. 

                                                  ❛     the probability of that being a good thing is smaller than you’d think .  we need to tell someone.     ❜

                                                            new girl.     //     @cneofakind.

[rileymcdaniels]

from here.

@cneofakind

“Of course it’s true, B. I don’t lie about this kind of thing.” It’s not a lie if she doesn’t have affirmative knowledge one way or the other. “Just keep yourself safe, and keep Commander Dameron safe, and I’ll meet you back here, okay?”

She squats down to give BB-8 a proper hug, resting her cheek on the top of the little astromech’s dome. BB-8 was the one going into the real danger, after all, and hugs were good luck.