voicetesting, considering eudio

[notimeforsorrow]

I thought we understood each other. You already know that I have a lot of things to take care of. I can't afford to slack off just because the war is over. It's now, in fact, that it's most important to reestablish the Republic because any system left without a governing body will turn to anarchy -

Yes, you told me that I can achieve at least some of my goals with what you're considering, but I believe in attaining things through hard work, not through dubious arrangements.

You don't even have enough icons yet. This is just ridiculous.

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[inimicus]

[ Ren is very swiftly learning that, but instead of backing off like a normal person he just keeps going.]

Please, we both know that's not the case, don't be so mundane.

[Deep down somewhere, Ren's expecting to get a slapping for that one.]

What makes you think you can even make a difference in Eudio anyway? I'm sure you have other things to be doing than going to a place like that. It's all hand holding and hugging and

[Nope. Ren just can't bring himself to say it, not to Leia of all people.]

- boring things.

And it's Kylo Ren.

[notimeforsorrow]

[That foolhardiness was something he got from his father, she'd say. He never knew when to quit.]

At least I'm not acting like a child who's not getting what he wants. You're all but throwing a tantrum right now, and I can't say it's very becoming. [She gave him an arch look.]

"Hand-holding and hugging"? "Boring things"? [Sorry, Ben, but at that, Leia burst out into laughter.]

Is little Kylo Ren afraid of cooties? Do you want a hug, or perhaps a stuffed ewok plush? How about a nap?

[inimicus]

[ And the stubbornness....well, it's pretty obvious where it comes from now as Ren frowns at the words thrown back at him.]

That's not the point, don't turn it on me! I'm not the one who still has a choice anyway, I'm already there. You should just turn around and walk away and tell your mun or whatever no. Go, run the Rebellion and just.... Don't come to Eudio.

No I don't want an ewok plush.

[notimeforsorrow]

[It was a pity she didn't have an ewok plush. She would most definitely would've sent it to him just to spite him.]

[With that said, she lifted a brow at him.]

What, exactly, is getting your bodysuit all up in a twist? Why is it so important to you that I stay out of Eudio? You seem really invested in the matter for someone I've just met.

[inimicus]

What's getting me in a twist? What?

[It isn't like he can explain it without ruining some serious timeline shit or something right? And now Ren's flustered as he tries to think of some kind of reasoning.]

I just don't like your face!

[Oh god, he's so going to be grounded.]

[notimeforsorrow]

[If you don't like her face, Ben, then you definitely don't like yours.]

. . . What? How old are you, twelve? Actually, scratch that - I've met some twelve-year-olds with far more maturity than you've got.

[Oh, she's grounding you for life. And you'll have extra lessons on etiquette. Several hours a day.]

Look, Kylo Ren, believe it or not, no one's forcing you to look at my face. So you can either get used to it or stop talking to me.

[inimicus]

[Hoth, this is the absolute worst and Ren can't help but actually rub his face and then forehead in a motion than Han Solo probably did when he was on the sassing end of Leia too.]

How about

we just start this over again and on to the right foot?

[No he's not doing those lessons, nope, absolutely not.]

[notimeforsorrow]

[To be fair, Leia didn't go full on ballbuster to people who didn't deserve it. So think about that, Ben Solo, before you try to talk back to your mother.]

[She raised both brows at him this time, her mouth flattening into a thin line.]

How about you apologize first, and then we can start over?

[inimicus]

[Okay this seemed to be working fine and then-

An apology?

Ren knew what Leia could do with that apology and....Well, no he can see the look he's getting right now and for a moment Ren feels like a five year old caught with his hand in the cookie jar.]

Sorry. [ The word is huffed out, surly, quiet and could have almost been a small noise on the wind for the weight it carried.]

[notimeforsorrow]

[She certainly felt like she was dealing with a five-year-old. She half expected him to look down and scuff his foot across the ground with the apology.]

[Hmph. That was the most lackluster apology yet, but for the sake of her growing headache, she'd deal with it.]

Fine. Apology accepted.