You're only doing this so you can beat me in a fight.
[ There's a little grousing as she moves a piece—the Monnok, purple and lanky—forward on the board to approach his squad of monstrous holograms. Her nose crinkles at the way it lumbers across the checkerboard, its limbs swinging in an evidently programmed pattern that spoke to the Falcon's age more than the game itself. She knows better than to delay the game with any further pressing for details about Kylo's education on the game nor his familiarity with the Falcon's table.
Though she does lift her head to consider him, and the lopsided smirk that he wears, faintly reminiscent of the father he'd shedded, once her piece has moved. Rey props her elbows on the table, only appearing graceful in the movement because it's reserved and pointed in the way it takes up space, dominating the alcove where the table sits. ]
He hasn't played it practically since we met. Once with Finn, I think. [ And it makes her worry, if that wookiee is no longer taking joy in a game that he once held so dear, how he must be handling it now that Kylo Ren is on the Falcon—how much worse he'd take it if he walked out to see Han's killer playing at that same board. It sticks like a lump in her throat, keenly aware of what a betrayal her co-pilot perceives in her current project. ]
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[ There's a little grousing as she moves a piece—the Monnok, purple and lanky—forward on the board to approach his squad of monstrous holograms. Her nose crinkles at the way it lumbers across the checkerboard, its limbs swinging in an evidently programmed pattern that spoke to the Falcon's age more than the game itself. She knows better than to delay the game with any further pressing for details about Kylo's education on the game nor his familiarity with the Falcon's table.
Though she does lift her head to consider him, and the lopsided smirk that he wears, faintly reminiscent of the father he'd shedded, once her piece has moved. Rey props her elbows on the table, only appearing graceful in the movement because it's reserved and pointed in the way it takes up space, dominating the alcove where the table sits. ]
He hasn't played it practically since we met. Once with Finn, I think. [ And it makes her worry, if that wookiee is no longer taking joy in a game that he once held so dear, how he must be handling it now that Kylo Ren is on the Falcon—how much worse he'd take it if he walked out to see Han's killer playing at that same board. It sticks like a lump in her throat, keenly aware of what a betrayal her co-pilot perceives in her current project. ]