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Sounds. Interesting. Definitely not my usual fare, but I've found myself trying newer things than I previously had.

[ "When in Hell", right? ]

I see.

[ Rogue might say it's not a big deal but he's still point-five seconds from finding those responsible for the notes and cutting them all to ribbons. Instead he'll just destroy another hallway later, no big deal.

You worried for me. Of course she did, Rey was worried too. Why does it still throw him off, that beat of concern? ]

It's fine. I'm fine. No lasting harm.

You were on my list, too.

I've noticed and appreciate it. [There's a bit of tease in that. Sorry for the parallel conversations here sir.] What's your drink of choice?

[Her and Rey are friends. Rogue didn't want to hurt her. Also what did that hallway ever do to to him?]

Sounds like your pride learned to text. Anything I can do to help?

[Want company that won't yell and bring fisticuffs?]

Oh. Really?
With what task?

Corellian spiced ale, not that you can get that here.

[ The club has something close but he tries to avoid going there too often. ]

My pride is also fine. I didn't suffer a defeat, I chose it.

[ Let it happen, because he took one look at that note and knew it wasn't possible. ]

Use the Force. To kill you. It wasn't going to happen, either way. Even if I'd gone through with it with Rey.

[ You can't kill someone if you're already dead, after all. ]

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Sounds like something that'd fit this weather.

[She's not as good at identifying beers, given her preferences, but it sounds cozy.]

That wasn't what I meant.

['Fine' universally means just the opposite in nearly all contexts back home. Failing to admit he was not one hundred percent felt like pride to her, but maybe she's projecting.

The next texts halts her progress, but only briefly. Did the Veiled Order really send both dyad halves after her? Charming.]

As much as I appreciate your long distance Forcefulness, I'm having difficulty imaging you succeeding with that task regardless of your death pact. I'm a sturdy lady.

I also bite, but you know that.

[Knock knock big man.]

I have noticed the abundance of spiced drinks, particularly the one made with a gourd that the demons keep offering me.

[ What do pumpkins taste like? Are they really so spicy?

She's not wrong, not entirety. But well, she'd see for herself in a few moments. ]

I'm aware.

[ He doesn't get up when he hears the door, but swings it open with a wave of the force. Glancing up at Rogue from his bed. ]

If I'd have known you were coming I'd have tried to fix things up.

[ And maybe not slashed through a table in the room with his lightsaber. ]

It's an Earth thing tied to autumn holidays.

[Pumpkins generally taste like a whole lot of not much, hence the need for spice, but that's the same for many other foods, particularly squash.

At this point, she's grown accustomed to him being able to sense her arrival and walking in as though it were an automatic door. Rogue's focus is on him when she floats her way into his room, not wanting to fuss with walking with her healing injury. It's also why she's wearing athletic shorts with over the knee socks to limit skin exposure while keeping her wound unrestricted by clothing.

Quietly, she scans over him for obvious wounds. Then, her attention goes to the desk with his words, eyebrow lifting. Okay then.]

A travesty that keeps you restin'. [She comments dryly while floating over to the edge of the bed, her focus returning to him.] But please tell me your plan for fixin' things up.

[ Kylo seems unbothered by the lack of the table and its destruction and going by the smell of burnt wood, and the glowing embers on the table, it had happened in the last half an hour or so. He waves the comment off, focused on eyeing her wounded leg.

He has never been able to use Force healing else he'd offer. ]

I'll handle it. [ Or he'll bother some demons so that they will handle it, it doesn't matter. Kylo doesn't care, the effort of having unleashed such a small amount of rage had left him feeling winded. He pulls his robe closed, hiding the newly acquired scar from view. ] Have a seat.

[It's a flesh wound, and Rogue doesn't wish to ask Josh for healing after the incident between them, and is almost tempted to deflect with more flirting. Kiss it and make it better, perhaps? Maybe she'll use that later.]

Mhm. [She's certain he's just going to either leave it, shove it haphazardly into a corner, and/or make the staff bring him a replacement. When she sits, she settles the weight of her right side first, then is a bit more ginger with the left, almost imperceptible.

Her own gaze shifts down to the movement of his hand on his robe, and she reaches out to gently touch the back of it, glancing up at him in a quiet, concerned question. She wants to see the damage one gets from dying here.]

You try s'mores yet?

[ ... she'd be right, the list of concerns he has, a destroyed table doesn't make the cut. Kylo's hand lingers over the wound, ever so briefly before her hand touches his. With a sigh, he pulls back the fabric. She's seen him shirtless before, all the same marks and scars but smack in the middle of his chest is a fairly large angry looking scar.

It's a burn but also a stab wound. Healed, mostly, but definitely not pretty. ]

No, I haven't tried a s'mores.

[Her hand lingers with his, maintaining that light touch as he shifts the fabric aside. There's no dramatic reaction to the wound, not outwardly visible at least, but there's an anger that stems from her protectiveness over him, from the fact that she does indeed care.]

[It's an ugly scar, but curious due to the nature of the lightsaber. The mutant wonders if it will heal completely, or if there will be residual pain from the magic of resurrecting him. She also thinks about the parallels to his father's death.

He's more Han Solo's son than he'll admit anytime soon.]

Ah might need to change that. [There's a light edge of a smile at the way he says a s'mores, just enough to gently reach her eyes.]

Want to help me rest? Ah'm doin' a pretty bad job of that mahself. [Her hand slips in his, gently tugging him towards her. She hazards a guess that he hasn't slept since returning, for various reasons.] Aside from angry, how're you feelin'?

[ He looks off to the side as she examines the wound. If Kylo is aware of her feelings on the wound and what was done to him, he doesn't acknowledge it. He is still coming to terms with people being angry on his behalf, instead of against. It will probably leave a scar; another mark left by his other half.

The same thought has crossed Kylo's mind. About the parallel to his father's murder. Another reminder of that which could not be undone, but that he gets to live. As if he doesn't carry Han Solo's death with him every minute of every day. ]

You'll have to fill me in on what a smores is.

[ He lets her lead him to her, shoulders slumped. ]

I let it happen. I knew what I was doing, it's over now... I should be fine.

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