MENTAL LINK - DAY 166;

[narcissithstic]

[By now, most aboard the station find it easy to recognize the abrasive dig of Kylo Ren's mind, even in its most innocuous state. For those that aren't, however, enjoy your daily dose of discomfort, punctuated by the vastness of the universe itself:]

(I require the assistance of someone capable of mending clothing.)

[...ok, that actually could have been way worse.]

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[vocalis]

[ The sudden acceptance leaves Aoba stunned, an angered animal pushed against a wall and left without the strike it was bracing for. It's total bewilderment, but he's left with only one unvoiced question hanging between them.

Why? Why did he bother. ]

Fine.

[ Bitter, begrudging, resigned. He'd rather not help at this point, but he's too stubborn to back out. Besides, a small distraction from worrying and working on Ren, (THE BETTER REN) might help him right now. ]

[narcissithstic]

[Guess who's waiting for you exactly as promised, Aoba.

He's perched on the edge of one of the chambers, the heavy stack of damaged layers folded neatly in his lap, darkened cloth a heavy contrast to the white of his shirt and the shine of leather. Unmasked, the fine features of his face held expressionless beneath the shadow of dark curls, stare fixed and focused: he looks nothing like the monster that hounded Aoba on their first meeting, and he carries none of that seething anger within him now.

At least not for the moment.

Surprise, buddy.]