04. mental link

[exhuxperation]

COMMAND over oneself and others	AMBITION nothing will stand in my way
ORDER chaos will not be tolerated	MANY over the individual

( CODE BY WHAMBAM )

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[vocalis]

[ It's a moment before Aoba answers. He's holding a breath in his chest, waiting for what Hux is asking after. Silently, he moves around the general to kneel in front of the small table, his head just level with the allmate's so he can see the static in the eyes clearly, directly. Leans in close to hear the hardware beneath his thick fur whirring, functioning, but without any signs of awareness to them. ]

He says my name. He always says my name.

[ Seconds tick by, and each one makes Aoba's heart grow heavier. The faint humming finally settles, unchanging in it's rhythm, and still the allmate makes no move, registering nothing through static-filled eyes. ]

Ren?

[ Aoba reaches for him, sinking his hands into layers of dark blue fur at his sides. Soft as ever, but without the warmth of a fully functional computer beneath it. It's all he can do to swallow down the tight knot in his throat hard and focus on the feeling of fur between his fingers. All he can do to hold on and keep from overflowing with the tears and loss filling behind his eyes.

It would be too embarrassing to cry now, after all Hux did to help. ]

[exhuxperation]

[ A different kind of tension takes over, something that Hux isn't as accustomed to dealing with. After all, when dealing with troops at their lowest– that was usually left to Phasma. She was way more equipped to handle those situations. She knew them best.

So as Aoba slowly droops, as his emotions cloud over and haze with a sadness that can be felt deep in his bones, Hux lets him. Sometimes interrupting wasn't always the best option, even if the overflow makes him uncomfortable. ]

I can leave you be. [ If he wants. He won't be offended; something he tries to transmit as much as possible. ]