I'm leaving right this instant. I'm walking to the bridge. I'm going, and I'm getting up, and I am leaving, and I am going to the bridge.

he's hastily tucking his hair back with cautious swipes of thin, bare hands. his cape is disheveled, his eyelids are heavy, and he's visibly disoriented, swimming within his own mind - ( AND ALL OF THE LIQUOR IN HIS BLOOD. ) he stands, and he marches to the door.

a guffaw. the audacity! hux stands upright, turns on his heel, and marches directly to ren, closing the gap between them in sharp, wide strides. he points a finger against his chest, and clicks his heel against the floor. "You do not get to dictate where I go, Ren."

He's pretty, and, you know? It drives me bonkers.

I share my bed with a monster, but this is fine— preferred, even.

I hear the barking of a very bratty hound.

There he goes again...

I'll be retiring to my chambers for the night. Should anything require my immediate attention, send an alert to my hound. Thank you.

My bedspread is chuckling.

... Oi. Mind your eyes. She needs a proper brushing.

... Are you jealous?

Why are you staring, then.

You're not looking, love. You're glaring.

... Mmmhm. I'll keep brushing her, then.

What a mess.

I'm here.

Smoke lilts in and out of light rays that filter in through thick red drapes. Hux thumbs the slick steel of a pen, taps ash off of his cigarra. He waits.