Kiddo | Kylo Ren

IV. Orientation

Your living quarters were- nice.

You weren't exactly picturing a large apartment-like space while you were visiting, but you also weren't expecting this.

A bleak, black and grey room with a small kitchen, a small bed, a small desk, and a small bathroom. It wasn't terrible; but you'd be lying if you said it was great.

The lack of color was what irked you the most. It was almost as if someone had laid a black and white filter over your vision, or you were playing a video game and hadn't yet discovered this part of the story.

Even the light you flickered on was a bleak, headache-inducing white.

But for now, this will do. For now, this room is yours, and you have the leisure of decorating it at your own expense.

But not tonight- not after your arrival on the Finalizer, then the cantina, and then the Kylo situation.

No- tonight is dedicated to getting out of these shoes, maybe taking a warm bath, and sleeping as long as possible in your twin sized cot.

To be fair, your bed back home wasn't much bigger. And your room definitely didn't have a kitchen in it. Or your own bathroom.

But this room was nice. Small. Fitted for someone like you.

You couldn't imagine the knights all in a room like this. No, the knights definitely have a much larger suite dedicated to all six of them. Maybe a few sharing a room, or even a bunk bed.

That's a nice thought. All six of the knights in their pajamas, sharing bunk beds, reading each other a bedtime story.

The mental image made you giggle quietly to yourself.

And right on time- the wave of exhaustion that always comes after drinking hit every cell in your still standing body.

You turned to look at the small bed to your right. It looked comfortable enough to plop down into right then and there. Maybe just a light rest before your bath wouldn't be so bad.

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You never knew it was humanly possible to have a panic attack in your sleep until three loud bangs at your door shocked you awake.

Absolutely no idea what time it was, or who was at the door, or why you smelled so much like hard liquor.

Ah yes, the dreadful hangover.

Another round of bangs at your door brought you back to reality. There were only a few options as to who it could be, but you weren't in the mood to see any of them.

Maybe you could have ignored the bangs; maybe, just maybe, you could lay back down and get some more sleep. Maybe they'd take the hint and leave you alon-

"Ryo! Get your ass up!"

A groan escaped from your throat as you slowly swung your legs over the side of the bed. Oh gods, your shoes were still on. And your clothes from yesterday. Gross.

More bangs.

"Coming!" you yelled, slowly standing up to balance yourself and stretch after that much needed night of sleep.

As you walked over to the door, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. Not the best, but not the worst. Your sweater was crinkled and your skirt was flipped up, but the worst, by far, was your hair.

Oily, flung messily over your shoulders, with separate sections going every which way. Some standing up on their own.

As you slowly swung open the door, you were met with your six knights in shining armor. All six of them.