[Finn's modus operandi is to keep to himself. It makes things easier in a general sense when competition is typically the name of the game, and his bunkmates never seem to mind so long as he's not catering to Slip (it'd be an affectionate nickname if not for the fact that it stems entirely from the poor kid's proficiency at flunking just about everything). So sequestered in his own space near the back of the room it's easy to catch the click of Hux's polished shoes as he closes in, Finn's attention snapping upwards just in time to see disaster on its way.
Falls in step as he's expected to-- because of course he does-- with one uneasy glance backwards over his shoulder where Slip still stands fidgeting in his wake.] Uh, no.
[And then, belatedly correcting himself:] No, sir.
[Exams are tomorrow. Exams are tomorrow and he promised he'd help Slip finish cramming for it.] Did you need some recommendations or...
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Falls in step as he's expected to-- because of course he does-- with one uneasy glance backwards over his shoulder where Slip still stands fidgeting in his wake.] Uh, no.
[And then, belatedly correcting himself:] No, sir.
[Exams are tomorrow. Exams are tomorrow and he promised he'd help Slip finish cramming for it.] Did you need some recommendations or...