Such Kylo Trash

Taste

He was like a child, you decided when Kylo Ren was pacing his room early in the morning. The man kept fiddling with things, making noises that would rouse you yet that he could play off as though you being awoken had been accidental. Like a child waking its parent. Staring up at the ceiling, you blinked tiredly and wished he would stop. He did not. Commander Ren loudly set his lightsaber upon the bedside table then opened and closed the bathroom door. You heard him running the water, the toilet flushing, and then him returning to the room. The door slammed, though not too harshly as that would make his actions conspicuous.

The Force user stepped over to you, pausing when he was able to stare down into your face. "You're awake..."

I wonder how that happened, you thought snappily. Your eyes wandered along his face then to his hands, in which he was holding his helmet. He drummed his fingers on the metallic surface. "Do you need something, Commander Ren?" you asked as sweetly as you could.

"I had a droid bring you fresh clothing." He gestured towards the bed, on which was your uniform. "Dress then bring food."

Huffing, you rose and grabbed up your clothes. You shuffled into the bathroom, hesitating before deciding that, yes, you could use his shower seeing as how he had made you stay anyway. You rinsed off your body, snatched up his shampoo, and scrubbed your head. When you exited the shower and dried off, you found that your hair was a little more luscious than usual. You patted at it, looking back at the bottle of shampoo that was in the shower. You wasted little time with this, almost immediately turning back to begin once more to follow his instructions. You dressed, left the bathroom and his quarters, and headed for the kitchen.

If you were a Kylo Ren, you wondered, what food would you want to be brought to you early in the morning? You rummaged through the cupboards, bypassed a few droids that brought up suggestions for a balanced meal, and grabbed out the animal crackers. Because he liked those, right? You placed both the frosted and non-frosted sort into his bowl before setting in some fruit. You then found the dehydrated meat, added pieces of those, and moved lastly to get a beverage. You grabbed both a small bottle of milk and juice, not knowing which he would want. You set all these items on a tray, which you carried back to the man's quarters.

When you arrived, you found that he had replaced the stool to its proper place in his room. The Force user watched you place the tray on his bedside table. His eyes took in what you had brought him, and when you turned around he looked you directly in the eye. "A child's meal."

"It's well-balanced...and fun. I'd eat it." You shrugged dismissively. You would eat something like that, because why not? It tasted good, it was well-balanced, and sometimes being an adult was overrated.

Kylo Ren said nothing as he approached the bedside table. He touched a few pieces of the food, his fingers lingering on a nerf-shaped cracker. After that moment of hesitation, he shifted the digit to a different cracker, pinching and lifting it to his mouth. He bit down and chewed slowly. You remained where you were, watching him. Commander Ren lifted the milk bottle, opening it and taking a drink. Though he had greeted the meal you brought him with negativity, he seemed to enjoy it all the same. He picked up a piece of the jerky and ate it while lifting up a blank data chip you had previously failed to notice was in the room. He set this in your hand, much to your dismay.

"I will be boarding the Command Shuttle in less than two hours. You may use this room to record... Commander (L/n) may catch you otherwise."

"What...what are you wanting?" Apparently you were his personal porn star, you thought bitterly. Yet at the same time it gave you a certain thrill.