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[ The bite of his shock rattles her, if only because it reminds her of how disdainful Snoke had been of her fixation on him, of the distraction he had posed for her. He'd treated her like a simpering little girl, taken in by a pair of pretty eyes. She had not wanted to confront that now or ever again. It is the worse specter of the inevitable moment when Snoke tracks them down — the humiliation of the fact that Snoke had been right, and Ben had used it to hustle her. ]

Meaningless to him. [ She forces it out, flustered and frayed and spitting mad. She doesn't like being backed into this corner one bit, and she likes even less being mocked for the connection she feels to him. It has left her defensive to his question, hackles raised. ] You don't care about the Resistance, or you'd be with them. You picked a stupid time to make this your fight.

[They are having this argument in the middle of a Hapan shop. They are attracting stares. This is the one thing that gets him to calm his temper enough to use his "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed" voice.]

Just because I don't want to be involved in their politics doesn't mean I want to murder my own mother or those who believe in her.

[And that, as far as he is concerned, is case closed. He's going to go FUCKING SHOPPING NOW.]

[ Unbelievable. Truly and completely unreasonable.

No, genuinely, Kira cannot see a difference between having her out of his life entirely and wanting her to die because, well, it had been the same for her. Whatever had pushed him away from his mother ought to be comparable. Who would choose to not directly connect with their family, if their family had not been disappointing some catastrophic way?

No one, that's who.

She looks as resentful as anyone might anticipate, dark and glowering and imposing despite her small profile. She trails him through the shop like a wraith, begrudging him too considerably to manage speech. ]

[He starts pulling outfits off of racks. He doesn't really know her size, but considering how she's stalking behind him, he has a vague feeling that she isn't going to engage here unless he forces her.

So, without paying any real attention to aesthetic, he shoves three completely different outfits into her arms.]

Try these.

[And then he will go and find his own.]

[ The bonus of shopping with Kira is that most things are her size. She's the size that stores are designed to be in. Especially in Hapes, where everyone is just a little slimmer and a little taller than elsewhere. She's actually safely in the average range for height instead of a little tall, and the fit is mostly designed for someone of her unremarkable bust.

It'd be Heaven, if they weren't on the run and she actually cared about fashion.

But she doesn't, and they are, and the outfits that he puts in her hands earn her chagrin in different ways. Her lip curls at one that's pastel blue, which is largely too colorful for her. The others, at least, are charcoal and some brown-gold combination respectively. She can tolerate those.

She trails after him still, committing to the notion that she won't be allowing him out of her sight lest he abandons the Sith on Hapes without her lightsaber. It'd be a cruel trick. She no longer puts those past him. When she goes in a dressing room, he's going in a dressing room. ]

[She is still following him. He almost asks but -- no. Intuition fills it in for him. She does not trust him not to leave her here. Fine. Fair enough -- he'd have likely done the same thing, if he was in her shoes.

He takes longer to find something for himself. Hapan fashion is clearly too high class for him. Even the more casual wear is relentlessly pawed through without settling on anything.

Eventually and reluctantly, he finds some darker, royal blue and eggshell suits, and one sort-of gown garment attached to some smaller, more simple piece. Its far too flashy as a whole, but he could work with parts of it.

He does his best not to share his discomfort with Kira as he heads toward a fitting room. He only steps out to briefly observe himself in the large corner mirror. None of these outfits fit him very well -- he is too tall and broad shouldered. Everything looks slightly tight.]

This isn't going to work.

[He finally mumbles it, conceding.]

[ Kira has the opposite luck. She emerges with him to consider the corner mirror, but only in one of the two outfits she had deemed barely tolerable. The brown undershirt runs long like a tunic, all the way to her knees with two slits up the side, but the forearm cuffs are banded gold. Over it she wears a golden vest that dusts down to her boots as well.

With the curls still in her hair from letting it loose after all this time, she looks like a senator or an ambassador, not the galaxy's most efficient serial killer. ]

You're right.

[ She hates her own clothes too. Too light, not like her at all. That's the point, of course. But it sits poorly with her to look in the mirror and see … a human being. She doesn't look like a weapon, like this, and being anything more had been what got her into this trouble with Ben Solo in the first place.

She hasn't yet imagined a future beyond it that doesn't involve somehow remaining as she is. She doesn't know how to be anything else.

But Ben looks ridiculous, and so it's worth announcing that they're both in bad shape shopping around here. The colors are nice, and the design makes it apparent just how he could take better advantage of his blessings were he anything less than a dirty smuggler, but the ill fit keeps her from focusing too long on 'uwu Ben Solo.' She glances away from him. ]

We'll hire a tailor.

[ There's no way around it for him, at least. And Kira doesn't have any particular compunctions against using the Force to, well, force someone into their service while they're here. They'll be gone back into hyperspace before anyone knows what hit them anyway. ]

Wait--

[He's staring at Kira in the mirror, blinking like he is trying to clear his vision of what he's seeing. She looks -- like a totally different person. It doesn't match the smuggler aesthetic, but its a damn good disguise. They might have to change their cover story...

But. That's a good look. He turns to appraise her more obviously, reaching in an attempt to turn her around so he can get the full scope of what he's looking at. He's so in awe that he's not really thinking about the fact that she's probably not going to like him manhandling her.

#smugglers]

No, this is--perfect.

[ His hands close on her shoulders and she's too startled to do anything for a moment because she's not used to anyone daring to touch her, let alone grab and manhandle her. Kira staggers slightly as a result despite all her usual composure, eyes wide as he spins her so he can get a look at her back.

By then she throws out her arm to shrug him off, swatting violently and twirling to snarl at him with her lip curled and a flush rising in her cheeks. It might be the first time in her life anything related to her has been judged as perfect, even if it's only a tertiary connection. ]

Don't touch me.

[ Priorities. ]

Alright alright! Sorry--

[He lifts his hands, but Kira's proclamation has already brought the ire of just about all the Hapans in the store. Several of the women move closer to Kira, clearly trying to decide if she can defend herself or if she needs backup

Karabast. Think fast. He can't stop himself from stammering, though the nerves are born of the fact that he knows that their cover is inches from being blown.]

P-please forgive me. I--only meant to pay you compliment.

[Half true. She did look quite nice in the outfit but--he was definitely speaking in terms of disguisabilty and not hawking her hot body. Honest.]

[ She grabs him by the throat like she's ready to squeeze him until his head pops like a champagne cork, but it is his simpering which stops her. Kira heaves out heavy breaths like a rancor coming down from a blind rage, and she slowly takes stock of the people around her with her preternatural sixth sense, the prickling on the back of her neck telling her that she needs to handle this delicately.

Things Kira is good at: literally not that. Please. Anything else. ]

Next time I suggest using your mouth instead of your hands.

[ Those sure are words she just said out loud. It's enough to make the Hapans and their propriety glance away and busy themselves with the racks of clothing because they'd clearly just stepped into something they didn't fully understand. There's a lot to unpack here.

She releases him. ]

Take off those clothes. You look ridiculous.

Right. Yeah.

[Oh.

Ben doesn't actually know what to do with that collection of commands that Kira has just given him, so he stands there stammering wordlessly for a second before he...slips back into the dressing room, both embarrassed and called out to change back into his sad shabby clothes.

He clears his throat, keeping his hands folded behind his back so there is no further misunderstanding.]

I still think you should hold onto that one. It--looks nice on you. And its -- different enough from your usual look.

[He says this quietly.]

[ She's not sure what she did to disband the peanut gallery, but she's glad for it. She feels more at ease with eyes on them. She's too used to people looking the other way, avoiding being too close to her, that drawing attention sits poorly with her. Her work doesn't traditionally involve spending a terribly long time with anyone, let alone caring about the opinions of strangers.

But when he comes out and reiterates the 'compliment' — she hardly considers it such when he's complimenting her by telling her that she doesn't look like herself — she gives some pause. Glances at him, evaluating. ]

Fine.

[ He is unfortunately the one who's better at managing eyes on them, even if he has managed to incense her into starting a scene. ]

But keep your hands off of me.

[ They look like a mismatched pair like this, but she makes no comment on it. She goes into the dressing room to get the clothes she had changed out of and heads to the front. Instead of paying, she uses the Force to compel the attendant to give her a bag for her old clothes, and asks that she overlook the payment this time. A gift.

Her voice is low enough to not attract too much attention as she impresses this demand on the shop attendant. ]

A tailor will still be needed, if you're to change. [ 'If' is emphasized here to echo her earlier sentiment — she hardly sees the point, when he is so stubbornly set on keeping the Falcon. ]

[He watches the whole exchange with the cashier with an open mouth. He had heard of this before, but he had never really seen it in action. That would be one hell of a useful trick for smuggling operations. And yet, a tiny voice in the back of his mind is chastising him for letting it happen. He exhales the breath he hadn’t realized he was holding once they are out of the shop.]

Well...we are probably going to need to change our cover story anyway, with outfits from Hapes. I don’t know if I can do anything to hide this nose.

[He glances back in the direction of the Falcon, considering. But when he does, he immediately gets lost in weighing his options. The thought of giving up the Falcon made him physically ill, to the point of paling.

He could keep the dice, so he wouldn’t be giving up everything. But the Falcon was like his second childhood home, whenever he wasn’t on Chandrila.]

A stormtrooper's helmet would do the job.

[ She offers this, glancing fleetingly at him. Something's there, nagging at him, distracting him, but she can't put her finger on what. It's not hard to imagine, though, tetchy as he keeps being about the extent to which they both have to leave things behind to stand a chance.

He'd made an error in judgment, allowing himself to stay attached to things. But she'd be the one to pay for it if he didn't pull it together. ]

--what? No. Stormtroopers don't blend except with other Stormtroopers.

[It pulls him out of his distracted state to look down at her. Besides -- what kind of person who wasn't a stormtrooper just...wandered around with one of their helmets on? How ridiculous.]

...maybe I'll just lean into the prisoner deal. If someone recognizes me, just tell them you're claiming the bounty. I'll play along.

[Genius. He's a genius.]

[ I mean 90% of her social interaction (loosely defined) has been ordering stormtroopers around so they seem very well-blended to her. But they're on Hapes, where they wouldn't see one in a million years, and he's right that it would require the entire uniform.

Interestingly, she does not appear to have any compunctions about beating up a stormtrooper to steal their armor for him. Or murdering ??? Unclear. Survival is survival, yo. ]

A bounty hunter? [ She looks disdainful of painting herself as such, but ultimately it's ... the most logical thing either of them has managed to come up with. It does, however, prompt another scowl at her choice of clothing. ] Fine.

You're welcome.

[He didn't miss hear her tone, of course. He knows that she isn't exactly thrilled with that arrangement. But she'll figure it out -- even in her current attire. Maybe they could pick up something less ceremonial along the way.

Stepping back outside, he is able to further appreciate the beauty of the planet. He'd been around much of the galaxy and back but -- Hapes was something different. It was a shame that they were too likely to get caught in their small cities.

He might have enjoyed it here.]

We should eat while we're here. Maybe take some to-go.

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[ Ben's priorities are far off from the First Order's. There's food on his ship — nothing glamorous, maybe, but food all the same. She would just as soon go back and eat that, or would have, had he not suggested the alternative. Some part of her will always be that starving orphan girl. Kira could never fully leave her behind; the fact that Rey had come out so readily only proves it.

As much as she hates it, that's all she'll ever be. That frightened, lost child who even her parents didn't want. ]

It's your credits.

[ She's certainly not paying for it, and sitting down to eat is not as easily dismissed as hastening out with new clothing. But she will take up the lead to draw him in the direction of a restaurant. ]

[He is about to speak up and shoot back. Its his credits as long as he's paying for him, sure. But she can buy her own damn food.

And then he has a thought. Not only does he not want to look like an asshole here, but whatever credit chip she has is probably being tracked by the First Order. It would be a fool's errand to let her use it.

So, he exhales heavily out of his nose and doesn't protest, allowing himself to be lead into the nearest Hapan restaurant.]

You better not be allergic to anything.

[Just to break that awkward, compliant silence.]

[ She doesn't answer. The answer should be obvious, really. Whatever health conditions she had surrounding food, if any, were never catered to by Snoke, so she has no delusions that it would be any different with Ben. It's not worth addressing. Instead, Kira simply carries on into what appears to be a romantic little café with potted plants wedged in the windows.

At this point, Kira's fish-out-of-water act is a foregone conclusion, but there's literally little flowers in vases on the middle of the tables. It's dainty. She's here anyway. It's the nearest place for food. She drops into a table like she's made of pure lead, and the seat groans like maybe it just isn't made for People Like Her. ]

Here.

[Ben hesitates at the door. The cafe isn't really his aesthetic either -- he probably should have been more clear about the whole food situation. Would he even be able to get a real meal here?

But Kira has already seated herself and drawn the attention of one of the attendants, and so he begrudgingly drags himself over to pick up one of the menus left at the table.

Once she is gone, he reaches forward to inspect what the vase is made of, and if the flower is real.]

Didn't take you for uh...the aesthetic.

[ She plucks the vase out of his hand and sets it aside on another table in the interest of not having to watch him fidget with it anymore. It has all the overtures of a parent scolding a child, which probably only benefits their cover story. ]

We're here to eat.

[ Not to appreciate the aesthetic??? For crying out loud. He's so easily distracted, it's a wonder he has escaped First Order custody for this long. She crosses one of her legs over the other, ankle atop her opposite knee, and takes up a menu. ]

[He is CLEARLY very offended when she chastises him and sets the menu back down on the table.]

How do you even live, eh? You're on the other side of the galaxy on a planet you've never seen before, and your first thought is how you can get back to space. Unbelievable.

[He's offended on her behalf, frankly -- even if she's doing it to herself. Naturally, Ben orders the most expensive item on the menu -- which isn't that expensive since its a cafe.

Look, all he wanted was some fresh dead animal, ok. And some caf.]

[ Alright, fair catch. She's awed by the city too, but she's not from a walk of life that can stop and appreciate it. It's remarkable, and it's fleeting. They're on the run and Snoke is close behind and they cannot forget it. Every moment wasted is a moment for him to catch up. She gets a moment to pack that away because it's time to order. Kira picks something egregiously sweet.

She's not entirely robotic. ]

This isn't a vacation. We're not here to enjoy ourselves.

[ Surely that is evident from the fact that she is on Hapes at all. No Force-user could enjoy themselves here. The sheer perpetual discomfort of fearing recognition and capture alone … even if she weren't currently fighting a nigh constant panic over Snoke's whereabouts and awareness of her failures. ]

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