"Are you really sure you want to do that? I'm not sure those pieces will mesh well, sir."
He groaned, putting Snoke's old golden robe to the side. "Well then, Lieutenant, what else do you think a Supreme Leader should wear?"

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"Are you really sure you want to do that? I'm not sure those pieces will mesh well, sir."
He groaned, putting Snoke's old golden robe to the side. "Well then, Lieutenant, what else do you think a Supreme Leader should wear?"
“I’m sorry they called you. I told them they didn’t need to..” he coughs into his hand, rubbing the bandages on his throat. “I know you’re busy.”
"I am," he said with a frown. "But not too busy for this. Did he do this?"
Mitaka would be lying if he said he had been having a good day prior to tripping over his own foot and falling face first right at the General’s feet.
Things rarely broke Hux’s concentration but a loud thud would certainly do the trick. His eyes rose from his task to seeing Mitaka laying on the floor.“Kriff, are you alright?” he placed his things aside and crouched down near Mitaka to help him up.
“Sorry–are you okay?”
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He stayed down, he’d learned that from a young age. His eyes widened slightly in surprise for a moment, then he nodded. A little impressed with Dopheld, even. He hadn’t expected that officer would be much of a match for him, in sparring. “Of course I am,” he said, getting up from the mat. He got back into a comfortable fighting stance, ready for another bout. This time, he wouldn’t get knocked off his feet quite so easily. This time, he’d be ready. “Don’t hold back,” he said, covering his half smile with the swipe of a knuckle over his lips.
“It’s fine! The wound isn’t even that deep! There’s no need to get Ky—oh Maker!”
“Not deep? Phel I’m gonna have to use force healing on this if you want to be able to use it again. I’m not getting ren.”
She knows he’s behind her, she’d sensed him enter the room, anyone with an ounce of force sensitivity would have felt him down the corridor.
“It’s all under control. Don’t break my concentration.”
She doesn’t look at him as she covers the wound on the lieutenants hand, focusing on knitting flesh and muscle back together.
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“Did you hear that?”, asks Hux, with a slightly worried undertone in his strong voice. “There!”
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He was quiet for a long moment, hands steepled, fingers just barely touching his lower lip. Observing, processing, gathering as much information as possible within the short span of time to form an opinion of the man before him. Alexei’s cold, dead eyes shimmered slightly as his position changed. Water moving beneath ice.
“ -- And what is it exactly that brings you here, Mitaka?” No use of a title, a blatant cue that Alexei already had no respect for the Lieutenant. It was nothing truly personal, Alexei had little respect for anyone he deemed less powerful, another pawn to use in his dark games across the universe.
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@smallbeanfromspace said: “I’ll buy you coffee if you hold my hand for five minutes.” — ||ACCEPTING||
The other drove a hard bargain — Hux could usually say ‘no’ pretty quickly, but at the offer of coffee? He found himself hesitating briefly. He wasn’t what many would call a touchy-feely sort of person; he detested physical contact most days. But coffee. »»» “That’s it? Nothing else?” he questioned, suspicion dripping in his voice.