Entry Number 050603A
He stares at me as I answer, before his face breaks into an undefinable grin. "It is orange, how'd you guess?"
My shoulders go up as I stare through the glass, amazed at myself too. I just followed my gut at that, how'd I know? I just thought he'd look good in it.
"Well, you're a Resistance pilot..they wear a lot of orange, right? That's the uniform you were wearing when we found you."
He clicks his tongue, nodding. "Exactly that. Maker, Hux, if I didn't know you're First Order scum, I would've thought you're Force-sensitive."
I laugh at that too, looking down at my hands. That would be the joke of the decade.
My shoulders go up as I stare through the glass, amazed at myself too. I just followed my gut at that, how'd I know? I just thought he'd look good in it.
"Well, you're a Resistance pilot..they wear a lot of orange, right? That's the uniform you were wearing when we found you."
He clicks his tongue, nodding. "Exactly that. Maker, Hux, if I didn't know you're First Order scum, I would've thought you're Force-sensitive."
I laugh at that too, looking down at my hands. That would be the joke of the decade.