the first order have made a proper mess of his day.
he didn’t care much about what the others had planned, because he surely did not plan to get involved in much else after the whole mess with hyunsoo (figuratively, and thankfully not literally). the boy owed him two credits for the effort, and something to ease an oncoming migraine, at the very least. (seol, on the other hand, was a much more well-behaved passenger.) nevertheless, the idea was to pick up the rascals, and place them back in base where they belonged, and go on with his day doing nothing but tinkering with his speeder, and maybe steal something from one of the engineers – no – temporarily borrow was the more acceptable term for it.
now kirin was just peeved. more than that: he was absolutely annoyed that his day, meant to comprise of keeping mostly to himself and, maybe, if duty called, attending training, was now compromised. utterly changed, really, and nothing ticked him off more than being disrupted.
at the mere thought of it, the rhythm of his hand on the knife he’d been playing with was disrupted, sending the knife out of his hand and skittering across the floor. (un)fortunately, no one was hurt. kirin, however, being adamant in being as much of an asshole as fate seemed to be that day, did not want to get off his perfectly comfortable position. besides, leaning against a wall made him look slightly more composed.
“hey,” he called out, sticking his foot out a little in front of the passing crew, “hand me the knife, will you? stop looking so stressed. you’re stressing me out.”
