[As soon as he pulls out the first item, Rey resigns herself to staring intently at her tea, as though she believes if she can't see him opening her stupid gifts maybe she can pretend it's not happening. Or at the very least maybe she can figure out how to drown herself in half a cup of tea. The effect, however, is greatly lessened by the fact that her eyes flicker sideways to Kylo constantly when curiosity about his reactions takes over. On a few such glances, she notices the red sparkles and... well, isn't entirely sure how to interpret them. Does that mean he likes the items? Or is he just pleased by her strangeness again?
When he pulls out the drawing, she visibly tenses up, and the air around her turns noticably—though not oppressively&mdsh;warmer, as though the planet itself is blushing for her. Her plan of staring at her tea lasts right up until he starts speaking, and then she can't help looking up. Rey's eyes go from the drawing to Kylo's toothy grin, and her wide-eyed mortification turns to wide-eyed, mortified confusion. His words sound mocking, but his face... almost seems like he genuinely likes it. Out of all the other ridiculous gifts, that stupid self-portrait is the one that gets the most attention. It's the one that makes him smile.
Rey's seen Kylo grin before, when Elios froze them both. She's drawn it too, several times. Her treacherous memory refused to recall anything but the un-frosted, affectionate, brown-eyed Kylo Ren, no matter how many times she tried to draw him accurately. But this grin isn't inspired by some Arehtei, and it's more... rakish? No, roguish. Like a scoundrel. Like his father. Because of an idiotic sketch she probably should have remembered to take out of that box before giving it to him. And that's a combination of stuff Rey was not prepared to handle.
She turns abruptly back to her tea, and tries to ignore the fact that the burning feeling in her face means it's probably red.]
If you don't like it, you don't have to keep it.
[The safest way to reply is to assume he's teasing, she decides. At best, it's pointing out the obvious. At worst, well, it's fishing for compliments a bit. Rey is fine either way.]
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When he pulls out the drawing, she visibly tenses up, and the air around her turns noticably—though not oppressively&mdsh;warmer, as though the planet itself is blushing for her. Her plan of staring at her tea lasts right up until he starts speaking, and then she can't help looking up. Rey's eyes go from the drawing to Kylo's toothy grin, and her wide-eyed mortification turns to wide-eyed, mortified confusion. His words sound mocking, but his face... almost seems like he genuinely likes it. Out of all the other ridiculous gifts, that stupid self-portrait is the one that gets the most attention. It's the one that makes him smile.
Rey's seen Kylo grin before, when Elios froze them both. She's drawn it too, several times. Her treacherous memory refused to recall anything but the un-frosted, affectionate, brown-eyed Kylo Ren, no matter how many times she tried to draw him accurately. But this grin isn't inspired by some Arehtei, and it's more... rakish? No, roguish. Like a scoundrel.
Like his father.Because of an idiotic sketch she probably should have remembered to take out of that box before giving it to him. And that's a combination of stuff Rey was not prepared to handle.She turns abruptly back to her tea, and tries to ignore the fact that the burning feeling in her face means it's probably red.]
If you don't like it, you don't have to keep it.
[The safest way to reply is to assume he's teasing, she decides. At best, it's pointing out the obvious. At worst, well, it's fishing for compliments a bit. Rey is fine either way.]