I didn't—[She cuts off her protest quickly, thoroughly giving up any hope of explaining herself. She goes with something much more vague.] I didn't say that.
[How can she explain now, when the entire joke was based around the idea that something so frivolous and fancy as a soft velvet cape wouldn't suit Kylo, and it's becoming increasingly, painfully obvious that it does. All the things about the garment she thought would be laughably over-the-top somehow just... fit, and the flowers at his feet don't help. And worse, it's clear that he likes the stupid thing. Even without the red sparks or flowers, Rey would be able to tell he's pleased from the way he's nearly preening.
She can't answer his unspoken question, and meets his look with an expression of bewilderment not unlike when he took off his helmet for the first time. Not because she doesn't want to answer, or because she didn't understand what he's asking. She simply has no answer, at least not one she can figure out how to put into words. So she avoids it. And blurts out something practical. Something easier.]
You can wear it on either shoulder. I wasn't sure, with your—[She gestures vaguely to her right arm.] I didn't know which arm you'd want free.
[He can tell thanks to her comment about it being ambidextrous and the near-exact length of the thing. There are still a few mysteries to solve here, but first he drops his hand and steps over to place the other gifts back into the box.]
Thank you. [The pillar holding up Empatheias is going to break and everything is going to plummet to the surface. There's even a slight smile on his face as he says it.] It will be nice to have something a bit different for special occasions.
[Those exist here, unlike home. There are a number of things that exist here that have allowed him to experience things he can't see happening in his actual future, in their galaxy.]
[It's obvious that she doesn't need to answer his question, and she glances away sheepishly for a moment, only mumbling a reply to his thanks.]
You're welcome. [As soon as he's turned his attention back to her box, though, she can't help eyeing the cape again, scanning it top to bottom a few times. She can understand why he'd think to wear it on special occasions. The velvet shimmers even more nicely when it's draped over an actual person than when it's flat or folded. She allows herself a tiny bit of pride in that, even if her entire plan went horribly askew, at least she did manage to purchase something of impeccable quality.]
It's certainly eye-catching. [As if Kylo could ever blend into a crowd.]
[With the other gifts back in the box they came from, Ren closes the lid and gives Rey a side glance, tilting his head in an almost suspicious way. He's still clearly pleased with the situation, though, so it comes across as more sly than anything.]
You really decided to give me these today on a whim?
[He wants to confirm one more time before saying anything about what's different about this particular day. If anyone else knows about it, he'd prefer to know so he can prepare for any other... unexpected visitors.]
[Rey's eyes shoot up to his face, her expression surprised and almost a bit alarmed. A "whim"? Does he know how long she's had some of these things?? How could he know?
Surely not. Surely he would've said something about it if he knew. Something obnoxious, probably. But she can't think of any other reason for him to keep bringing up what day she's decided to bring him gifts. Rey replies cautiously, deciding to play it safe and stay vague.]
I had them, so I brought them. [No mention of how long she had them. Not important.] I had a... feeling, I guess. [When in doubt, blame the Force!]
[So it really was a coincidence—or the Force, if the fact that she had a feeling is to be believed. Then again, he sort of made... a garden of the house this morning that he just had recently finished cleaning up, so it wouldn't be surprising if the unusually positive emotions could be felt through their...
... their whatever it is. Anyway.]
You know...
[Ren picks up his tea; it's been cooling for a while, but it's still a bearable temperature, so he takes a sip. Maybe he's teasing her by pausing for so long.]
If our galaxy followed this planet's calendar, I would be 32 today.
[It's definitely teasing, and frankly it's cruel. Rey doesn't take her eyes off him the entire time he wastes before finishing his sentence, and she stares in confusion for another second as she realizes what he's saying. The instant she does, however, her face erupts into a delighted smile.]
Oh... Oh! It's your birthday!
[She's happy not only simply because a birthday she knows is a special day for most people, but also because it makes her gifts significantly less weird and random. Rey is so relieved she has an unfortunate relapse of not thinking about what she's saying.]
Are you really 32? I didn't think you were that old.
[Ren cants his head, not sure whether to be insulted or not but leaning towards the former.]
You're lucky you've put me in such a good mood. [Is she really, though. What good comes from Kylo Ren being a good mood, except for a few flowers? Nothing, that's what.]
But I've been here for nearly two years, so yes. I am that old. [Still, as he says it, his fairly cheery (for him) expression gains a tinge of something more somber, and he looks away.]
[Oh, whoops, that was the wrong thing to say, wasn't it? Stupid! Rey makes an attempt at salvaging the situation, still watching his face even though he's turned his head away.]
That's a good thing! To me, I mean. People on Jakku don't usually live that long, so... it's a compliment. Sort of.
[Basically just applying engine tape to a malfunctioning hyperdrive, but maybe it would work a little. And for that inevitable failure, she throws in a slight subject change, looking off to the side and scrunching her nose in thought.]
I'm 21, I think. There's a few days I've lost count of here and there, and maybe I should have started over when I came back. The years here are longer, too. But 21 should be close. [Rey herself doesn't have a birthday, after all. She never has. She has marks on the wall to keep track of her age, and that's all she's ever needed.]
[Her attempt to clarify her sort-of insult draws Kylo out of his thoughts, at least, and he wasn't exactly irate with what she'd said in the first place, so it's easy to just let any semblance of offense go. Ren sits down again, making sure to keep his new cape out of the way, and he leans forward, resting his forearms against the table. He's clearly making himself comfortable.]
Have you considered picking out a date?
[He thinks about mentioning a girl he knows and how she left and returned to Verens an inch or two smaller than she'd grown, but it seems unimportant. Twenty, twenty-one... Whatever age Rey thinks she is, it doesn't make a difference to him.]
[Rey looks back as soon as he sits, and she can't help watching to make sure the cape doesn't get wrinkled—that thing wasn't cheap—though she knows she should hardly worry, considering how meticulous Kylo tends to be. At his question though, she meets his eyes again with a confused expression.]
Do I need one? A date?
[She's never considered it, honestly. But she can't deny that it seems everyone else has a specific birthday, so maybe she ought to have one too now that she's living among normal people.]
[It's not as if he actively celebrates his. He acknowledges it as the passing of another year, another step away from the past, but that's the most he's ever planned in the past several. Aside from that, he wonders how Rey would feel about that kind of gathering, several people focusing their attention on her in a positive way.]
[Okay, so not an expectation for normalcy, probably. That's good. Rey feels enough like a misfit as it is. She pauses to consider what Kylo's said, settling her arms on the table and inadvertently mirroring his posture.]
Usually it means you get something nice, if you have someone who cares enough about you.
[Which he knows Rey has, even if present company is excluded. And even the most emotionally constipated sorts (cough, Hux) can enjoy gifts, he thinks. As long as they're nice gifts, anyway.]
[Admittedly, Rey does like gifts. She's still not exactly used to getting them, and the thought of having a day where she'd get possibly multiple gifts from people she cares about is both exciting and mildly intimidating. A few flickers of light reflect off her tea and the spoon in front of her.]
I wouldn't know how to pick one. Seems like it'd be a bit arbitrary.
[Ren taps a finger against his teacup; just picking one at random does seem a bit... senseless, doesn't it? Not that a birthday has to inherently mean anything, but...]
[Ren sputters over his cup of tea, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, as he coughs. He remembers the embarrassment that was that day. He can't believe he went for such overt displays of emotion just because she'd returned... he blames that horrid atmosphere that surrounded the city at the time...]
If that—means that much to you. I suppose. [He hadn't really expected it to be associated with him of all people.]
[Well, that reaction was unexpected. Rey's brow creases briefly in confusion, trying to figure out why Kylo seems shocked—maybe... embarrassed, even?—by her answer. Does she really need to explain?
She turns partly in her chair to face him more, the one hand she still has on the table moving next to his, not quite touching but close.]
Of course it does. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever given me, and you said I could get something nice if I picked out a date. So why wouldn't I pick that one?
[He's still confused? Why? Rey doesn't understand, and she frowns for a moment. His insistence on being so thick about this would almost be frustrating if it wasn't also oddly... endearing, in a way.]
I don't exactly have people lining up to buy me lovely things. [She tilts her chin downward, raising her eyebrows to look at him with an expression that says she thought this fact ought to be fairly obvious.]
Nobody else is crazy enough to do that for a scavenger but you. I don't really have many other better possible dates to choose from. Maybe not any better ones.
[As much as she thinks it's obvious, his brief look of confusion nearing surprise says otherwise. He supposes he's made another mistaken assumption about who exactly Rey is close to—but instead of a particular person, it's the number of people, and again he's underestimated how much...
No, he doesn't quite want to go there, out of fear of making a much more dangerous assumption. His gaze darts away as he tries to move away from his thoughts regarding that, attempting to regain his dignity.]
[He remembers the day? Rey's face brightens and with it the whole room.]
Empta 5. [She has a birthday. A fake birthday. But a birthday! It's a little bit exciting even if it's pretend.
But her celebration is short-lived, when she realizes he's not nearly so cheerful. Rather, Kylo seems confused and embarrassed, and she isn't sure why. Rey nearly reaches for the hand closest to hers, but decides against it. She does, however, lean over to try and get more in his eyeline now that he's turned his gaze away.]
Unless you'd rather I didn't pick that one. You seem surprised I did, and I don't know why.
[Ren shakes his head to deny the idea that he has much of a right to decide such a thing for her, turning his attention back to her as she leans towards him.]
It's your decision. [Even if he appreciates the fact that she... apparently wants to take his opinion into account.]
I just thought you'd have others that meant more to you.
[She leans back again to her normal position as soon as she regains his attention, looking at him with confusion of her own, as well as a bit of concern. Does Kylo really not understand what he means to her? She thought that would've been pretty clear by now.
This time Rey does take his hand, setting her own solidly on top of his much larger one. She furrows her brow at him and leans forward slightly to make sure her next words come out as insistent and earnest as she intends them to.]
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[How can she explain now, when the entire joke was based around the idea that something so frivolous and fancy as a soft velvet cape wouldn't suit Kylo, and it's becoming increasingly, painfully obvious that it does. All the things about the garment she thought would be laughably over-the-top somehow just... fit, and the flowers at his feet don't help. And worse, it's clear that he likes the stupid thing. Even without the red sparks or flowers, Rey would be able to tell he's pleased from the way he's nearly preening.
She can't answer his unspoken question, and meets his look with an expression of bewilderment not unlike when he took off his helmet for the first time. Not because she doesn't want to answer, or because she didn't understand what he's asking. She simply has no answer, at least not one she can figure out how to put into words. So she avoids it. And blurts out something practical. Something easier.]
You can wear it on either shoulder. I wasn't sure, with your—[She gestures vaguely to her right arm.] I didn't know which arm you'd want free.
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[He can tell thanks to her comment about it being ambidextrous and the near-exact length of the thing. There are still a few mysteries to solve here, but first he drops his hand and steps over to place the other gifts back into the box.]
Thank you. [The pillar holding up Empatheias is going to break and everything is going to plummet to the surface. There's even a slight smile on his face as he says it.] It will be nice to have something a bit different for special occasions.
[Those exist here, unlike home. There are a number of things that exist here that have allowed him to experience things he can't see happening in his actual future, in their galaxy.]
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You're welcome. [As soon as he's turned his attention back to her box, though, she can't help eyeing the cape again, scanning it top to bottom a few times. She can understand why he'd think to wear it on special occasions. The velvet shimmers even more nicely when it's draped over an actual person than when it's flat or folded. She allows herself a tiny bit of pride in that, even if her entire plan went horribly askew, at least she did manage to purchase something of impeccable quality.]
It's certainly eye-catching. [As if Kylo could ever blend into a crowd.]
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You really decided to give me these today on a whim?
[He wants to confirm one more time before saying anything about what's different about this particular day. If anyone else knows about it, he'd prefer to know so he can prepare for any other... unexpected visitors.]
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Surely not. Surely he would've said something about it if he knew. Something obnoxious, probably. But she can't think of any other reason for him to keep bringing up what day she's decided to bring him gifts. Rey replies cautiously, deciding to play it safe and stay vague.]
I had them, so I brought them. [No mention of how long she had them. Not important.] I had a... feeling, I guess. [When in doubt, blame the Force!]
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... their whatever it is. Anyway.]
You know...
[Ren picks up his tea; it's been cooling for a while, but it's still a bearable temperature, so he takes a sip. Maybe he's teasing her by pausing for so long.]
If our galaxy followed this planet's calendar, I would be 32 today.
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Oh... Oh! It's your birthday!
[She's happy not only simply because a birthday she knows is a special day for most people, but also because it makes her gifts significantly less weird and random. Rey is so relieved she has an unfortunate relapse of not thinking about what she's saying.]
Are you really 32? I didn't think you were that old.
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You're lucky you've put me in such a good mood. [Is she really, though. What good comes from Kylo Ren being a good mood, except for a few flowers? Nothing, that's what.]
But I've been here for nearly two years, so yes. I am that old. [Still, as he says it, his fairly cheery (for him) expression gains a tinge of something more somber, and he looks away.]
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That's a good thing! To me, I mean. People on Jakku don't usually live that long, so... it's a compliment. Sort of.
[Basically just applying engine tape to a malfunctioning hyperdrive, but maybe it would work a little. And for that inevitable failure, she throws in a slight subject change, looking off to the side and scrunching her nose in thought.]
I'm 21, I think. There's a few days I've lost count of here and there, and maybe I should have started over when I came back. The years here are longer, too. But 21 should be close. [Rey herself doesn't have a birthday, after all. She never has. She has marks on the wall to keep track of her age, and that's all she's ever needed.]
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Have you considered picking out a date?
[He thinks about mentioning a girl he knows and how she left and returned to Verens an inch or two smaller than she'd grown, but it seems unimportant. Twenty, twenty-one... Whatever age Rey thinks she is, it doesn't make a difference to him.]
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Do I need one? A date?
[She's never considered it, honestly. But she can't deny that it seems everyone else has a specific birthday, so maybe she ought to have one too now that she's living among normal people.]
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[It's not as if he actively celebrates his. He acknowledges it as the passing of another year, another step away from the past, but that's the most he's ever planned in the past several. Aside from that, he wonders how Rey would feel about that kind of gathering, several people focusing their attention on her in a positive way.]
But you might like it.
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Why do you think I'd like it?
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[Which he knows Rey has, even if present company is excluded. And even the most emotionally constipated sorts (cough, Hux) can enjoy gifts, he thinks. As long as they're nice gifts, anyway.]
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I wouldn't know how to pick one. Seems like it'd be a bit arbitrary.
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Perhaps one that means something to you?
[A day she remembers fondly, maybe.]
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Rey thinks about it for a moment and then her face lights up as she gets an idea.]
You gave me a gift the day I came back. The hair clip. What about that one?
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If that—means that much to you. I suppose. [He hadn't really expected it to be associated with him of all people.]
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She turns partly in her chair to face him more, the one hand she still has on the table moving next to his, not quite touching but close.]
Of course it does. That's the nicest thing anyone's ever given me, and you said I could get something nice if I picked out a date. So why wouldn't I pick that one?
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He shakes his head faintly before answering, ignoring the flowers under the legs of his chair.]
I thought you'd have other things you'd rather associate it with. [Other people, namely.]
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I don't exactly have people lining up to buy me lovely things. [She tilts her chin downward, raising her eyebrows to look at him with an expression that says she thought this fact ought to be fairly obvious.]
Nobody else is crazy enough to do that for a scavenger but you. I don't really have many other better possible dates to choose from. Maybe not any better ones.
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No, he doesn't quite want to go there, out of fear of making a much more dangerous assumption. His gaze darts away as he tries to move away from his thoughts regarding that, attempting to regain his dignity.]
Empta 5, then.
[Because of course he remembers that day.]
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Empta 5. [She has a birthday. A fake birthday. But a birthday! It's a little bit exciting even if it's pretend.
But her celebration is short-lived, when she realizes he's not nearly so cheerful. Rather, Kylo seems confused and embarrassed, and she isn't sure why. Rey nearly reaches for the hand closest to hers, but decides against it. She does, however, lean over to try and get more in his eyeline now that he's turned his gaze away.]
Unless you'd rather I didn't pick that one. You seem surprised I did, and I don't know why.
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It's your decision. [Even if he appreciates the fact that she... apparently wants to take his opinion into account.]
I just thought you'd have others that meant more to you.
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This time Rey does take his hand, setting her own solidly on top of his much larger one. She furrows her brow at him and leans forward slightly to make sure her next words come out as insistent and earnest as she intends them to.]
You mean plenty.
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