( He agrees without looking up from the board, trying to determine how he's supposed to get the piece to its designated square - a clutch and well-strategized move by his own account, despite the aggressive corners that Rey keeps beating him back into; she's a quick learner and it's a pleasant surprise, although he can't rightfully say that he's surprised by it - when she poses the suggestion of opening the console up and attacking the problem from the roots up.
It strikes him as a very practical but Rey-like thing to suggest, which leaves him wondering when he was able to classify some of her more less threatening or overarchingly aggressive characteristics into things that are intrinsically her, such as the way that she thinks about and approaches food or the pure, unchecked and real interest she has in opening things up and seeing what's inside. He wonders what else he might be able to shunt into categories, little things that he's picked up on without realizing, and subsequently wonders if she might be able to do the same of him, now that they exist so raggedly in one another's head, but before Kylo has the time to give the notion any real merit, Rey is standing and excusing herself, and not long after, he hears the telltale signals all around him about the ship's approach toward the intended target.
He says nothing to her as she leaves but does find himself standing, alone again in this beast of a ship, growling and groaning all around him. It gives him too much time to see his father in every corner, and in the interest of not searching for ghosts, Kylo settles back with his long legs folded awkwardly on the floor and slips his gloves back on to pry open the main panel of the dejarik board. He has no real conception of what he's doing, but he'd seen Solo and the wookiee pry open the center piece on this thing plenty of times as a child, had hung upside down and watched from different angles as the both of them shocked themselves in an effort to make the pieces do what they were supposed to. It can't be more complicated than reconnecting wires or patching frays in the circuitry, so Kylo buries his face and arms yet again in another collection of old wires and the threat of bright sparks.
ugh it is the most useless class. love in world lit. you think it would be interesting. no.
( He agrees without looking up from the board, trying to determine how he's supposed to get the piece to its designated square - a clutch and well-strategized move by his own account, despite the aggressive corners that Rey keeps beating him back into; she's a quick learner and it's a pleasant surprise, although he can't rightfully say that he's surprised by it - when she poses the suggestion of opening the console up and attacking the problem from the roots up.
It strikes him as a very practical but Rey-like thing to suggest, which leaves him wondering when he was able to classify some of her more less threatening or overarchingly aggressive characteristics into things that are intrinsically her, such as the way that she thinks about and approaches food or the pure, unchecked and real interest she has in opening things up and seeing what's inside. He wonders what else he might be able to shunt into categories, little things that he's picked up on without realizing, and subsequently wonders if she might be able to do the same of him, now that they exist so raggedly in one another's head, but before Kylo has the time to give the notion any real merit, Rey is standing and excusing herself, and not long after, he hears the telltale signals all around him about the ship's approach toward the intended target.
He says nothing to her as she leaves but does find himself standing, alone again in this beast of a ship, growling and groaning all around him. It gives him too much time to see his father in every corner, and in the interest of not searching for ghosts, Kylo settles back with his long legs folded awkwardly on the floor and slips his gloves back on to pry open the main panel of the dejarik board. He has no real conception of what he's doing, but he'd seen Solo and the wookiee pry open the center piece on this thing plenty of times as a child, had hung upside down and watched from different angles as the both of them shocked themselves in an effort to make the pieces do what they were supposed to. It can't be more complicated than reconnecting wires or patching frays in the circuitry, so Kylo buries his face and arms yet again in another collection of old wires and the threat of bright sparks.
It's better than the cockpit, at least. )