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He shoved a free claw inside to jostle some of the boxes and spotted some action figures. I’m not having stats beat out strategy again this year,” he defended, already sifting through the open foil to thumb each playing card.īen shook his head before catching the other boxes in the plastic bag. Last year’s cards were the reason I almost didn’t win the GN championship. The Grand Moff ignored him, digging through his shopping bag to pull out a stack of foil packets. “Hux, I don’t want to do candids.” He took the drink from Hux’s hands roughly. “You can take a picture anyway.” Hux amended with a charming smile, waving his gloved hand and shoving the straw back into Ben’s mask.īen tried to jerk away, but the girl took the picture quickly and turned back to group with a wave. “Isn’t that her disguise in the third movie?” “I’m not Leia, I’m Starkiller!” Ben snapped through his helmet, his hands curling in his lap with frustration. “It’s funny! Tarkin helping princess Leia!” She said. “Why?” Hux drawled, eyes narrowed in suspicion. They both froze, twisting their heads to the group in front of them where a female rebel pilot was shaking her phone. Hux bent the straw and shoved it into Ben’s mask. After some floundering with aiming it into his mask, Hux scooted over and pulled the drink from his hands too. Hux sighed dramatically and yanked the straw from the forgotten frappuccino and shoved it into his cup. Hux pulled his sunglasses off and rolled his eyes, “No one’s going to care that you don’t look like him.” And… there were a lot of people crowded around them.

Hux looked up from digging through his shopping bag and seemed to realize the problem.īen tensed at the idea.

He couldn’t move it too much between the plastic or leather of his fingers. Still, he stared at the drink precariously held in his clawed hands.

The bounty hunter wasn’t bad, even if he wasn’t an Imperial. Boba Fett I think.”īen tried not to sour. “It was for Phasma, but she was running late for the tournament.” Hux answered, setting the abandoned drink aside and sipping his own macchiato. It was the Stormtrooper themed order from their special menu. “I wanted to get a few exclusives, alright? Now do you want a frapp or a latte?”īen took the latte, eyeing the white frapp with a mountain of whip cream with confusion. “The Dealer’s hall opened at 9am so I had to-” “I went to get coffee.” Hux replied, sitting down neatly with his legs tucked beneath him, careful to stay on the blanket. “Where the fuck were you?” His voice reverberated in his ears in the plastic and foam of his mask. When he made it through the clusters of picnics and sleeping convention goers, Ben snapped at him from their small spot near the front of the line. He took a picture with a half-assed pose, not even bothering to put down the Starbucks or his shopping bag. They stopped Hux and Ben watched him talk to them with a smug smile. “Look a Tarkin!” Someone said nearby and Ben bristled as a few people stood up to rush out to the sidewalk with their cameras. Even his badge and sunglasses reflected white.

#PILOT TALK TRILOGY VINYL SKIN#

It made his skin look impossibly paler, especially with the stark black of his gloves and shiny boots. The Imperial khaki looked a bleached grey under the sun as he crossed the street. His normally orange hair was tinted in a grey paint, dulling the ginger to a very pale blonde. The uniformed asshole was walking towards the lines with one hand holding the requested Starbucks orders and the other dangling a large plastic bag screen printed with bright colored logos. It was hard to sit up straight with the elastic pulling his spine taught, but he was able to spot Hux through the crowd of heads gathered on the grass.

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