dark eyebrows arched in question at her reaction - he was probably coming off as some sort of dense, bumbling idiot with no idea of how to be subtle. ( this, however, is an inescapable truth of him, a part of what it meant to be him. fifteen years had robbed him of kindness, crushed his compassion, destroyed any docility that once belonged to ben solo. he is not gentle, he is rough and coarse and blunt. )
he couldn’t really deny his attraction to her, an attraction which transcended the physical and morphed into something else entirely. something foreign. something that he had to hide, deep in his soul, far away from snoke’s ever - watchful gaze.
❝ yes, i did, and.... no, you’re not hearing things. ❞ he shrugged, biting into a fruit that he had bought from a nearby stall. really, he didn’t expect the scavenger to be here - he’s already made contact with the first order informant, and had the rest of the day for himself. posing as an officer wasn’t exactly hard - take off the helmet. change into his official officer uniform, and he could pass as “ just another high officer. “
his jacket is hung on his shoulders, lightsaber clipped to the inside in case of emergencies. ❝ what are you even doing here? shouldn’t you be force knows where for jedi training? ❞ a pause. ❝ not that i care or anything. ❞ ( LIAR. )