[The set of his stare is so deadpan, so unfazed in the face of Hux's joke that it seems likely he's forgotten there's no mask between them. No digital grit to his voice that would only serve to underline exactly what he says next:]
[This is the precise moment where his grim joke should backfire, and yet--
The Supreme Leader is preoccupied, their forces recuperate and he has no freedom to act while the whole of their order is grounded. Sparing one day of biding his still-wounded time isn't so unthinkable an option.
So instead he lifts his pale chin, mirroring the rigid posture of his companion as he snatches the datapad in stubborn protest.] Very well.
[Hux's machinations are precise, planned-- no doubt he expects Ren to fail in his efforts to bring their army to heel (he'll be disappointed, the apprentice thinks only briefly)-- but in his efforts he'll disrupt the pre-planned schedule, likely souring Hux's smug, preening mood.
Which will suit him fine.]
The next task we must see to? [He asks, searching for a reference point in the lines of data before him.]
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I love it.
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[He should really know better but the level of No Care and sadism is clear when he actually hands the datapad over to Ren.
Take it.
You're General today.]
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The Supreme Leader is preoccupied, their forces recuperate and he has no freedom to act while the whole of their order is grounded. Sparing one day of biding his still-wounded time isn't so unthinkable an option.
So instead he lifts his pale chin, mirroring the rigid posture of his companion as he snatches the datapad in stubborn protest.] Very well.
[Hux's machinations are precise, planned-- no doubt he expects Ren to fail in his efforts to bring their army to heel (he'll be disappointed, the apprentice thinks only briefly)-- but in his efforts he'll disrupt the pre-planned schedule, likely souring Hux's smug, preening mood.
Which will suit him fine.]
The next task we must see to? [He asks, searching for a reference point in the lines of data before him.]