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]

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.