[Unfortunately for the both of them, privacy is a luxury neither of them can afford. The soldiers still require attention (losing Starkiller Base is an obvious wound, but giving no routine, daily address is equatable to visibly flinching) and between the three granted power beneath Snoke, only Hux is suited for the task.
That, and the fact that Phasma refused to take on dragging the General from his seclusion, citing her own issues with reforming and restructuring the standards their troops operate by.
So he's there, just beyond the polished doors of Hux's given quarters, impatient in both posture and duty as he opts to rap gloved knuckles against them, not bothering with the intercom left specifically for announcements. Shifts, shadowed eyes flicking back and forth as he exhales harshly through his nose.
He doesn't regret crippling his compatriot's already damaged pride, but he does dislike the idea of cleaning up after it.]
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That, and the fact that Phasma refused to take on dragging the General from his seclusion, citing her own issues with reforming and restructuring the standards their troops operate by.
So he's there, just beyond the polished doors of Hux's given quarters, impatient in both posture and duty as he opts to rap gloved knuckles against them, not bothering with the intercom left specifically for announcements. Shifts, shadowed eyes flicking back and forth as he exhales harshly through his nose.
He doesn't regret crippling his compatriot's already damaged pride, but he does dislike the idea of cleaning up after it.]